Projecting your past memories

Alora's body stiffened when she felt something cold touching her back. 

Crimson didn't disregard that reaction and his fingers stroking on her delicate skin stopped. Before He could react or say anything, in a blink Alora turned abruptly and yanked his hand before hovering over his body in a fighting stance. 

Crimson stared at her face unblinking, unfazed, calculating her moves. Alora looked down at him and around the room, scanning her surroundings. 

"Did you touch me?" she asked in a hoarse voice. But she didn't know that the position she turned into was very much inviting to him which diverted his attention back to her body. Her deep cleavage and her swell of breast were in full view as she bent down to him. He could see everything behind that flimsy nightie. 

"Did you feel me touching you? In a dream, mate?" He rasped in a husky voice, keeping his gaze on her tempting cleavage. The temperature suddenly turned hot with their close proximity.