She shivered against him, pulling one arm out of the bodice, before bending back to kiss at his throat again. Her hair tumbled over her bare shoulders into heaps around his face, and the combination of his hands and the slight breeze across her skin made her shiver again, with a soft whimper.
He groaned at the kiss and angled his neck back, his fingers caressing her shoulders with awe, unable to stop touching her. Inhaling her hair as it covered his face like a blanket, pleasure rumbled within him and he slid his hands lower, cupping at her rear to pull her closer against him.
“Please,” she murmured, shifting against him. Sliding sideways, she dragged at his shirt, spreading her hand wide across his stomach and stroking her fingertips lightly against his skin. “You feel so good,” she said hazily.