He let one hip lean to the side, just enough to look like a model, as he unbuttoned his black shirt. He didn’t take it off, just let it hang loose around him. She’d been entirely right about his physique. He didn’t have a six pack, just a trim, healthy appearance. That was awesome. She hated it when a dude looked like he spent more time at the gym than he did actually living. He lay down next to her, and she reached her hands inside of his shirt, sighing at the warmth of his skin against her palms. She reached up to kiss him, but he dodged her, going for the sensitive skin under her ear again. She shifted softly, letting her thighs slip apart, and trailing her nails down his back. “There are a million things I can think of to punish you,” he whispered, taking her earlobe into her mouth, his fingers trailing over the expanse of skin below her skirt, flirting delicately with the hem. “Tell me what you deserve.” Her skin, from head to toe, shivered in response to his demand.
