ETAN
He couldn't stop staring at her in the moonlight—until he started touching her. Then he couldn't stop touching her and kissing her and marveling at the way she rippled under his hands.
She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. And when she raised her eyes to him in a question and let her hands explore his chest, pulling the last of his buttons open, tugging his shirt out of his trousers for better access… and she had no idea what she was doing. No clue the fire she lit in him with that simple action. She only knew that she wanted to touch him, skin to skin, and that she enjoyed it.
She was utterly innocent. He had to be so careful with her.
After the first few times she stroked his chest, she dropped to trail her fingers over his stomach. He was forced to catch her hands and hold them, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he tried to get his breathing—and his body—under control.
