Ryker’s lips trail a slow line of kisses across her chest — warm, deliberate, reverent. His hands slide behind her, fingers brushing her spine as he finds the zipper of her dress. He pulls it down with agonizing care, the sound loud in the quiet cabin.
The fabric slips from her shoulders and pools at her feet.
Her white lingerie catches the firelight, soft and delicate against her skin.
Ryker’s breath stutters. A low, instinctive growl rumbles in his chest as he leans in, his mouth brushing her ear.
“Elena…” he murmurs, voice rough with emotion.
She reaches for him, fingers curling around the lapels of his suit jacket. With a gentle push, she slides it off his shoulders. It falls to the floor behind him.
She rises onto her toes and presses a kiss to his neck — slow, lingering — then
