As the kisses deepened, Grace let herself surrender completely to the moment. Her hands roamed over Davian's perfectly built body, feeling the strength beneath his shirt, as well as the heat radiating from his skin.
His hands were just as eager. They explored every inch of her as though committing her to memory. He took his time, savoring each touch, each kiss, as though afraid it might be their last.
Ending the kiss, he started trailing kisses down her throat to her collarbone before coming to a stop when his lips met with the soft fabric of the black crop top she was wearing to match her black high-waisted trouser.
Grace watched while holding her breath as he moved down until his lips found the bare part of her belly, planting kisses over that small part that gave her tickling sensations, forcing out a small giggle from her that made him look up at her face immediately.