Slowly—agonizingly slowly—he lifted it. His fingers traced fire up the curve of her calf, the swell of her thigh, the jut of her hip. The room was so quiet, she could hear the fabric sliding against her bare skin. Gooseflesh rippled across her body despite the heat, and she squirmed at the soft whisper of his breath against her throat, the soft click of metal as he unbuckled her garters.
