‘Allow me,’ she whispered. Hayden let down his hands, and with a gulp, he nodded.
Lana loosened the tie, but instead of removing it completely, she slid it up to cover his eyes, and then tightened it again. Hayden hissed sharply. Lana began to undo the shirt buttons one by one, starting from the top. Every time the tip of her finger touched his skin, he sighed. She pulled the open shirt out of his trousers and pressed her palm onto his bare chest. With a painful slowness, she carefully explored every square inch of it. Her fingers wandered all around, and while her fingernails ran all over his back, she snuggled up to him sensuously. Hayden moaned with l**t, knocking his head back.
‘You’re killing me.’
This wasn’t the first time she had seen him half-n***d, still, the sight almost left
