He nuzzled against her as he walked into the bedroom, his lips on her neck, nibbling and kissing his way up to her earlobe, where she always felt ticklish.
Her giggle and moan intermingled.
He gently put her on the bed and took off his shirt, keeping his eyes on her, inspecting every inch of her body.
She propped herself up on her elbows, admiring his not-so-perfect V torso. Declan didn't have a six-pack like those models. However, his waist was slim, and his chest was broad. His muscles were strong. His biceps appeared to be toned. He was perfect in her eyes, attractive, and took her breath away.
With a provocative smile on his face, he removed his pants and clambered onto the bed, approaching her on all fours. He slid his hand between her legs, gently squeezing her inner thigh.
"This dress looks good on you," he murmured.
"Only good?" She dared to ask.
"Hot." He bit into the spaghetti on her other shoulder and yanked it down.
