He jumped as if her touch had burned him.

She felt it quiver as though her touch burned him with cold fire.

Then he cast down the blade as though its mere touch burned his skin.

Startled, he pulled it away as if her touch had burned him.

The touch of her hand on his arm burned through him.

He jumped as if my touch on his arm burned.

He dropped it as though their touch had burned him.

His touch burned into her skin, and for some reason, hurt.

I covered his face in soft kisses, and each touch burned.

Maybe the slightest touch would burn like a spider bite.