Caddoc's own eyeballs nearly rolled up in his head. He could see the darker outline of her areola through the linen, and he had to taste. He cupped her mound while he lowered his mouth to capture that swollen peak, right through the fabric of his shirt.

She cried out again, but didn't pull away. Instead she arched her back, further lifting her breast to his mouth. Caddoc needed a hand to pull the shirt out of the way, but he needed both to keep her from falling. And with that ...