CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE.
"Stay," she whispered.
She got up, rolling off the bed, feeling his drift down her skin as he reached out for her. She turned and backed away from the bed staring down at him. He leaned up on one arm, watching her every move. She saw him gulp, silence. He was holding his breath and she could feel his eyes searching over her body. He sighed softly as she let her hands drift back up her body over her breast and back behind her, unclasping her bra, and letting it fall from her shoulder.
He groaned again as her great fell out, swaying softly as she moved again, hooking her thumb in the sides of her panties and pulling them down as well.
She was naked and he was silent. He sat up on the edge of the bed and admired her for a moment more, following every curve, drinking
