Daintily, with the tips of her fingers, she pulled the collar up to her nose and took a long deep draw of the scent. Just as she thought: strong, wild and masculine. She let go of the collar and dropped her hand to her shoulder, lightly. She ran it down the soft Italian cotton sleeve to the open cuffs hanging low at the tip of her thumb. Smiling, she stared at her reflection in the six foot tall mirror, swinging side to side in nothing but the shirt that hung on her like a thigh high dress. She loved how the fabric of his shirt felt against her skin. She loved it even more that it was on his body just a moment ago. Besides his scent, it still held his warmth.
Her eyes fluttered, closing at the feel of his large palm at the back of her neck. She tilted her head to the right, trapping his thick digits between her cheek and shoulder. His thumb pressed down on the pulse at her nape, then swept up and down the curve ever so lightly, sending shivers down her body. Distracted by the havoc his thumb was causing her body, his other hand was expertly flipping open the buttons of the shirt down to the mid of her chest. Slowly, she opened her eyes as he pushed the shirt off her left shoulder, his intense gaze holding hers through the mirror as he lowered his head, his lips lightly touching the skin he’d exposed. He kissed his way from the curve of her shoulder to the nape of her neck, replacing his thumb with his lips; he sucked hard at her erratic pulse. She gasped...
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