Ethan's sights broadened, and he ripped his shirt off. Buttons popped and clicked against the embankments and floor.
She glanced at his light furring of chest hair and rode her fingertips through it.
"You're a natural blond, I see."
He giggled, but it performed little to halt the anxiety underpinning. He attempted to complete unbuttoning her blouse, but his hands trembled.
"I'll do it."
Ethan rotated and shoved off his ebony jeans. He didn't dare stare her strip, because if she stripped gradually, attempting to taunt him, he might lose it.
When he was bare, he lay his hands on his hips and inquired, "Ready?"
The bedsprings squeaked softly.
"Ready," she mumbled.
He swerved and froze. Eve lay atop his fur sheet, fiddling with a string of jewels around her ivory inlet. Other than that, she exhibited her sensual curvy torso in all its nude glory.
"You're beautiful. Why the hell don't you realize it?"
