His breath on her neck had every nerve ending tingling and made her body ache for his touch.
She moaned softly as long fingers danced gently along the delicate sun-kissed skin of her shoulders. Her eyes fluttered as he reached around and traced circles on the swell of her breasts, causing a sensual, throaty purr.
But when he started drawing unusual shapes on each luscious breast, her eyes popped open, and she laughed.
“Are you playing dot-to-dot with the freckles on my tits?”
“No, baby, I’m making constellations.”
“Mmm, kiss my Big Dipper.”
“That should be my line,” he teased.
