Obeying, Afton stroked his smooth, hard back and the lean mounds of his buttocks. The muscles of his arms tightened beneath her touch, and his granite erection pressed against her stomach. She loved the way it felt, heavy and hot against her cool, light negligee and her soft flesh beneath. He had a masculine and rugged jawline with a hint of new bristles since he hadn't shaved today, that "five o'clock shadow" giving him a sexy, rugged, he-man appeal.
"Too much fabric," he murmured as the gown's ruffled neckline tickled his chin and nose. "Although you're extremely gorgeous like this, it's time to get down and dirty, lady."
She allowed him to do the honors, working the negligee up her legs, over her hips and bust, and then over her head. With a flick of his fingers, the gown went
