His fingers returned to my blouse, working the remaining buttons with taunting slowness. Each one he opened, he pressed a kiss to the newly exposed skin. My

"You're going too slow," I breathed.

"Am I?" He looked up at me through dark lashes, pausing with his lips hovering over my stomach. "Maybe I want to savor this. Make you remember why staying is the better choice."

"Cocky."

He pushed my blouse open wider, revealing the black lace bra underneath. His thumb traced the edge of it. "I ...