Ingrid froze when she felt Alexei's hand crept its wicked way up her bare thigh and brushed the private space between her legs. His finger was doing things she had never imagined anyone's finger ever doing. Ever. As a result, she was feeling even more thrilling little jolts throughout her body, especially between her legs and at the sensitive tips of her breasts.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure she could hold up under this strange, sweet torture and squeezed her legs together as if to squeeze him out. Only, it didn't work as she planned. It left his hand firmly trapped and pressing against her womanhood. She unclamped her legs and tried to squirm subtly in her chair away from his hand, even though she couldn't get very far. Her eyes widened slightly as she fought for composure.<br/><br/>"I have heard tell stories of snow in May in St. Petersburg and sleigh rides in June," she said, trying her best to sound calm, but unable to keep the trembling wholly out of her voice.<br/><br/>She felt a blush rise through her chest all the way to her cheeks, burning its way through her skin.<br/><br/>"There's a lot of pepper in the soup," she gasped as his finger stroked her womanhood again.