Chapter 33

• Carefully, avoiding the wound near his shoulder, I slid my fingers across his skin, exploring the creases and firmness of his bare chest. His breathing was steady, but there was something about the rhythm that made me feel the effect of my touch. I swallowed, unable to ignore how delicious his skin felt under my fingers.
• His shirt, already open, did not stand a chance. With a determined movement, I tore it off, dropping it to the ground without caring about anything other than the man in front of me. My hands followed their path, drawing invisible lines on his defined abdomen, until they reached the zipper of his pants.
• His hand stepped forward, firm, stopping mine in an attempt to regain control, but I wasn't about to give it to him. I looked at him determinedly, and with confident movement pulled his hand away. My deft fingers unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. That's when I noticed: the fabric was wet, a clear indication of how much it was holding back.