Gina could hardly breathe as Kirk drew her sweater over her head. It felt so soft against her face, and the temporary darkness had a sensual feel to it. Then it was gone, and he was sliding his hands under the silk thermal shirt she’d worn for extra warmth.
She arched her back and sighed as those big hands took command of her body. Thumbs brushed against the sides of her breasts, outside her bra. Right now she hated that bra, even though she’d loved it when she bought it, such a bold and sassy red.
The shirt didn’t last any longer than her sweater had, and a moment later she stood before him in just her bra and fleece leggings. He paused then, hands on her breasts, cupping them, flicking her n*****s with his thumbs until she bit her lip to contain her excitement.
“Nice bra,” he murmured
