his hands were under me then , clutching my br**sts , the only anchor as i lost my boundaries and dissolved , conscious thought a displaced element in the chaos of sensations-the warm damp of tangled quilts beneath me , the cold sea wind and misty spray that wafted over us from the rough sea outside , the gasp and brush of jamie 's warm breath on the back of my neck , and the sudden prickle and flood of cold and heat , as my fever broke in a dew of satisfied desire .