The sun had set, moonlight spilled through the half-open curtains, silvering the curve of her waist, the soft rise and fall of her chest as she breathed hard as intense flux of emotions coursed through her...
She rolled her hips once, slow and deliberate, dragging a rough groan from him. Again, harder, the heat of her pressing against the straining ridge in his trousers. His hands found her thighs, fingers sinking into soft skin as he tried, and failed, to keep any shred of control.
Sophie's fingers worked his shirt buttons with impatient grace. One, two, three; each pop of fabric revealed more of his chest until she could spread the shirt wide and rake her nails lightly down his skin.
Bruce sat up beneath her, mouth finding the sensitive spot just below her ear. He sucked gently, then not so gently, drawing a broken gasp from her as he tugged at the hem of her dress.
