Daisy's fingers stroked and gently scratched his chest. He could feel the callouses from her life of hard work against his skin. The hand of a woman who is not afraid to make things happen, no matter how difficult. The hand of a woman who's ready for any challenge, so long as she doesn't have to face it alone.
He grasped her questing fingers in a gentle restraint and broke their lusty embrace, drawing her hand upward to his lips, where he kissed the pad of her index finger.
Their eyes met in a moment of unguarded connection that told him, though his reticence had strained the essential bond between them, it was not yet broken.
“Is this what you want?” he asked solemnly. “Are you sure?”
In response, she reached for his shirt again, this time loosening its entire circumference from aroun
