Candle flames fluttered with his movements of tossing his shirt to the side. He allowed me to view him like a male peacock with especially fine plumage putting on his tail display. Damned if it didn't work.
My inhibitions abandoned me as I moved my hands to undo the button of my jeans. I seemed to be all thumbs—but then, I was wearing gloves. Well, one, anyway. Tremayne's large hands came to the rescue. Fingers as large as sausages were actually more nimble than my own smaller ones inhibited by the glove.
He had the zipper down and was peeling my jeans off without haste. I wore slippers and, they flopped off my feet. The chill of the room hardened my n*****s. His hands went around my back and unhooked my b*a. Kissing along my collar bone, he edged the strap of my b*a off my shoulder, lip
