My shirt crumples beneath my feet as Derek toes me into his bed. Clean, white sheets embrace me back-first.
I slide fingers down his bare chest, down to the heated V-contoured skin gleaming above his Marc Jacobs briefs.
‘Sammy,’ he groans low into my mouth, so indecent. It hits me then that I've never seen him in an inappropriate light. Never thought he could sound debauched or sexy or desperate, fingering at the magnetic front clasp of my bra.
He draws from the kiss. It takes everything for me to be still. His lips twitch like he’s wavering between a smile and a pout. ‘What kind of bra is this?’
‘Magnetic clasp. It saves time.’
‘I love it. Tan fits you.’ He kisses my jaw, feather-soft, his breath rolling onto my neck. ‘Walk me through it, Sammy.’
I grasp his big hands and put them
