Claire's face flushed red as her skin lit on fire. The touch of Glory's hands sent little tingles through her skin, and she shivered. The hot breath on her made her swallow yet again, her eyelids fluttering slightly in unexpected pleasure. "I, uh, I'm not...not tense, I just...um....what are you...are you a massage person?" rambled Claire incoherently.
The thoughts and images came swift and fast. The urge to lean roughly back against Glory, to turn suddenly and press her lips delicately to the English woman's, to melt into her....she tried to banish them.