As Jared's fingers hooked under her neckline, he tugged, then paused as he sensed the quick intake of her breath, her chest rising sharply against him. His grip remained, a magnetic hold neither of them seemed willing to break. Jerica felt the heat of him radiate in the small space between them, his scent a familiar, intoxicating blend of cedar and something undeniably him.
His gaze held a fierce intensity that sent a surge of warmth spiraling low in her belly.
"Zipper…" she managed, her voice a shy whisper. "It's on the side." Her words barely left her lips before her head found its way to his chest, as if drawn there, settling into the rhythmic beat of his heart that drummed as erratically as her own.
The familiarity of his heartbeat, so close, brought an unexpected sense of comfort mingled with the thrill of being in his arms like this.
