Chapter 22

• I held him back, placing my hand flat against his chest, admiring his view. His body was lean, with just the right amount of muscle outlining his skin. I let my hands wander down his chest, over his pecs and down over his small protruding abdominal muscles until I reached the waist of his jeans.
• He was breathing heavily, and I wanted to open my mouth against his only to breathe him in.
• His skin was so soft, and I let my fingers linger a little longer over the trail of hair leading from his navel down into pants.