Chapter 49

• He slid the soaked garment down your legs and tossed it to the floor. His hands traced the same path back up your legs, rough calluses catching and skipping along your skin.
• He paused at the meat of your thighs and kneaded the weight there. “So soft. Gorgeous.”
• His eyes raked down from your eyes, over the blushed swells of your breasts and the hardened peaks of your nipples, to the slight hickey above your belly button.