Mayhew had undressed a woman before, but it had never been like this, unhurried, a sweet and slow disrobing, minutes slipping by in quiet murmurs and gentle touches, in the whisper of fabric sliding over skin, in the feather-light brush of his fingertips across the nape of Willie’s neck, in reverent kisses placed on her bare shoulders.
When they were both standing n***d Mayhew couldn’t help but gaze at Willie, because she was so damned beautiful, all creamy skin and slender curves, sweet rosy lips and sweet rosy n*****s.
Willie gazed back, taking him in from head to toe, a blatant perusal that made his balls tighten and heat flush beneath his skin. Then she tilted her head and said, “You look very fine, Lieutenant Mayhew.”
Mayhew laughed—somewhat breathlessly, and said—somewhat hoarsely
