His rough hands glided slowly down her spine, calloused fingertips memorizing every curve as he eased the bra from her shoulders. Unlike the first time, there was no urgency—just a slow, reverent touch that felt like worship. Ethan was gentle now. It felt like he was holding back, but in reality, he wanted to savor her. Like he needed to remember the way her skin felt against his palms, the way she shivered under his kiss—the dip and curves of her waist. There wasn't a single inch of her body untouched—by his mouth, by his hands, by the searing heat in his gaze. His lips were cool against the fire he lit in her veins. He sucked on her bud while kneading her other breast gently.
Jamie threw her head back—the coolness of his tongue was too much to handle. Every kiss was deliberate. Every br
