Third person's POV
“Too many clothes.”
Emma echoed as she tugged at Evan's shirt. Her fingers made a swift move around the buttons, and she opened it to reveal his chiselled, finely lined chest. Their lips met again, and Evan’s hand cradled her face. She tugged harder at his shirt and watched as the buttons flew open.
“You're beautiful.” Emma said. The words had come out without her will, but she had loved them as she said them.
Evan's lips left hers for a moment, and he used his tongue to make a trace along her jawline in a way that made her shiver. “Emma.” He whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine.
She looked at him for a while; desire sparkled in her eyes and also in his eyes. She fumbled with the remaining buttons. She made sure she removed everything at once. The sh
