Chapter Eleven
He slid her own pants off with far less ceremony and looked down at her hungrily. She might have felt self-conscious in front of his perfect body, with his narrow hips and the tight muscles of his smooth stomach and chest. But the only light falling on her was from the moon streaming through the window, and it felt so right to be with him here, now, like this. He stretched on top of her and kissed her, pressing the whole length of his body over hers.
They moved like that, skin to skin, teasing each other through his boxers and the black cotton underwear she wore every day. Nothing special, nothing sexy—he hadn’t exactly given her any time to prepare. But the two of them learning each other, pressing and moving together, filled her with heat.
When he trailed his tongue dow
