“Good.” He swept me into his arms, before laying me on the bed. He shucked off his jacket and undid the top button of his shirt, and my eyes were drawn to the slight hint of skin he revealed. Then he leaned down and kissed my jaw and my eyes fluttered shut.
He trailed more kisses down my neck, then along my collarbone and to the edge of my bodice. His palm pressed flat at the side of my breast, and I arched toward him as a wave of desire rushed through me. He murmured wordlessly as he moved his thumb and strummed it over my n****e until it hardened under his touch.
My bodice fastened at the front, and I reached for the laces, but Keane nudged my hands away and replaced them with his own, his nimble fingers making light work of the ties. I turned my attention to the buttons on his shirt,
