Chapter 72: Mine – Part l

• There was no need for any verbal interaction. No need to clarify anything as she continued to work. Button after button, his shirt opened up to reveal a strip of his toned chest. She tried to keep her eyes from lingering and concentrated on the task of removing his shirt. Heat boiled in her stomach, and she felt feverish all over. When she undid the final one, her nails stroked his abdomen. When she placed her hands on his hips, he groaned and flinched slightly. Tingles rushed through her body as she stroked her hands over his abdomen, up his chest, and to his shoulders. Their gazes locked, and she eased her fingers beneath the fabric of his shirt, unhurriedly brushing the garment off his shoulder. She inhaled sharply, unable to resist the impulse to sweep her gaze along his upper body.
• He'd seen her naked before, but it was her first time seeing him bare in front of her. At the sight of him, she bit back a moan and chewed on her lips. The slacks he was wearing were too tight around his hips, and she could see the beginning of his V line leading to the region below his belt. Her fingers traced his muscular abs with the tip of her fingertips. Before her fingers could reach his V line, his hand softly grasped hers and stopped it in its tracks. He gently drew her hand to his lips and planted a firm kiss on her wrist, trailing the tip of his tongue up and over the heel of her hand, to her palm and fingers. The heat searing between her legs was unbearable. Their sinister desire flooded the room. He lowered his hand and placed it on her hip and back. As his finger curled up around the zipper of her dress, he looked her in the eyes, his eyes inquisitive.
• He simply needed her to nod, and he slid the zipper down, removing the clothing from her upper body. He gulped hard as his hot dark browns scraped over the swell of her breasts, which were only covered by a bra. He lowered his head gently towards her. The distance between them was reduced inch by inch until their lips touched. A breathless moan left her chest the way his lips moulded against hers. In desperation, their hands went out to grasp onto each other. As he let out a low moan, her hand travelled down his back, her fingernails pressing into his flesh.