Amy knew Leon referred to her dress, but instead, she reached out and tugged at Kenneth’s shirt. She pulled it free of his waistband, glimpsing a flash of skin before she let it drop.
It had been a long time since she’d undressed a grown man in an intimate way. She had unbuttoned and cut away dozens of shirts in her life as a nurse, but this was so very different. Kenneth caught his breath, his muscles trembling each time her knuckles brushed against his bare skin. He had bathed the night before and hadn’t bothered to put his long underwear back on. Now she studied the body she had fantasized about—dreamt about—more than once. His body was defined and lean, hard like his life had been. Hair covered his chest and thinned to a line that disappeared into his pants.