"Will you take off your shirt so I can touch you, too?" She heard the faint tremble in her voice.

He didn't answer her, just yanked his shirt over his head and let his gaze bore into hers like a laser. Tempted at the sight of his very masculine, very well-muscled chest and the fine sprinkling of hair that dusted it, she gave herself a treat. Bracing her hands at his waist, she leaned forward to flick her tongue over each of his bronze male nipples. A slight shudder raced ...