Her toes curled when she felt the unmistakable heat and hardness of his arousal graze her belly, hot enough to burn through the thin barrier of cloth.
A molten ache pooled low in her stomach, settling deep in her core, making her arch against him, seeking more. When his erection brushed her again, a whimper broke from her lips. She slid her hands down from his hips, letting her fingers roam lower, and her suspicions were confirmed. Her husband was completely, gloriously naked beneath the sheets.
She instinctively moved against him, drawing a deep groan from his chest. He tore his mouth from her neck, licking away the last traces of blood before capturing her lips in a heated kiss. Speaking between the press of their mouths, his voice was low and ragged.
"You are going to be the death of me."
