Unconsciously, she rubbed the palm of her hand, burned once so long ago by glowing embers.
I held out my hand and felt my palms burn.
Her palms against his shoulders suddenly burned with heat.
Her palm burned beneath the soft glove, and Margaret could feel the throbbing along the lines of energy.
His palm burned like fire against hers.
Her palms burned, and so did her knees.
The palm of his hand burned against the cool flesh of her breast.
His palm burned like a brand on the skin of her breast.
Her palms burned with the intensity of her desire to catch Trumpet.
The badly abraded palm of her left hand burned.