She pulled her arms from his neck. Finally allowing her twitching fingers access to his hair, she ran them across his nape, glorying in the silkiness of his dark mane and the scents of man wafting across her face. When that no longer appeased her curiosity, she ran her touch over his shoulders, his collar bone, and into the hairs on his chest.

Unable to do anything but respond to the pleasure, she stood there, enveloped in his embrace, trembling in anticipation, eager ...