When she got no response, she tore open his shirt and climbed on him. There was no way she was going to allow him get away from her tonight.
He might have lost his memory, so what? That doesn't mean he had also lost the ability to respond to the most basic primitive desires. She wanted him and she was going to have him tonight.
Seeing his strong chest covered with a mat of fine soft hair, Dolly's breath hitched and she leaned closer, her fingers tracing the faint lines of his chest.
She leaned down and her breath was hot against his neck as she planted kisses along his collarbone, trailing down to his chest.
Each kiss was slow, deliberate, and filled with a yearning she could barely contain.
Her body was pressed insistently against his skin as her hands continued to rove over his stomach, tracing the lines of his muscles.
But despite her fervor, Steffan lay still, breathing evenly.
