He cupped her breasts in both hands and she felt his thumbs on her nipples and arched into him and made a sound. He lowered his head and his mouth found her breast and she gripped his hair and felt it everywhere and pressed her hips forward and stopped thinking about anything else.

He kissed down her stomach, slow and deliberate, and worked her shorts and underwear down and off and she lay in the Sunday morning sunlight entirely bare and felt the warmth of it and the warmth of his eyes on her and felt entirely herself.

He pressed his lips to her inner thigh.

She felt his breath...