As we indulge in the prelude to what’s to come, I flatten my small palms over his pecs, then curl my fingers against the sprinkling of hair. I love the way his taut skin feels and the way he grows more aggressive, as though he can’t get enough of me—because I can’t get enough of him either. My heart thunders as I run my fingertips lightly across his nipples. A low moan growls in his throat, sending a pulse of lust through me.
