“I’m just getting started with you, Shayne. Enjoy the ride.”
I fell against the sofa, weak and melting under his touch and desire. His mouth traveled down and over my chest, kissing the cotton fabric that tightly concealed my goods. He continued down the center of my chest and ended at my navel. He stopped his kissing then, pulled the T-shirt out of my jeans, fingered my denim jeans’ rim, and…
I gasped as his lips and furry chin met my navel and blond treasure trail. I almost fainted again in his presence, bemused because of the man’s potent passion, lost within him.
Stop teasing mealmost floated out of my mouth, but it didn’t. The words felt like a damaging lie to the both of us, and I didn’t want him to stop anythinghe was doing.
He unbuttoned my jeans, one button at a time, kissing the exposed skin. His fingertips worked the brass with a sense of accuracy.