Chapter 16 Sixteen

• Carmen
• Almost instantly my hands were on fire from the slightest touch. I brushed them down his chiseled arms, marveling in his toned abs and slender waist. Every part of his body seemed perfect, as if he refused the lack of control in any aspect of his life. He seemed surprised that I took my time rubbing my fingers across his chest, trailing them down to his stomach, even swirling the tip of my finger around his bellybutton.
• His breathing remained ragged as I unbuckled his belt, allowing my fingers to stroke the leather in remembrance. Every part of me was quivering, the breath caught in my throat. When I was able to peel away the edges of his pants, he allowed a single husky sound to push past his lips.