"Hmm," Jerica murmured, her lips brushing his ear as her fingers found the clasp of her bra. She caught the way his gaze followed her hands, a flash of heat in his eyes, his breathing unsteady as he pulled her to him, his hands sweeping down the arch of her back.
Jerica could barely think as he undid the clasp, his fingers slipping the straps from her shoulders, and a thrill shot through her as he took her in, his eyes raking over her with barely contained passion.
Jerica's fingers trailed downward, slipping beneath his trousers' waistband, feeling his skin's smooth warmth beneath her touch. His breath caught, a faint tremor moving through him, and the intensity of his gaze grew as his own hands settled over her hips, grounding her as he lowered her to the bed with care, yet a barely contained hunger.
Each touch felt electric, as though they were relearning each other, discovering the unspoken language written in the curves and lines of their bodies.
