The invitation sent a thrill through her. Amelia let her hands explore the contours of his torso, tracing the definition of his muscles, learning the feel of his skin beneath her touch. When her fingers brushed across his nipple, he inhaled sharply, his own hands tightening on her waist.

Bolder now, she leaned forward to press her lips to his collarbone, tasting the salt of his skin. His response was immediate, a low groan as his head tilted back, giving her better access.

"Your turn," he ...