His leg was thrown across her body, holding her in place, while he took his time kissing her and unbuttoning her blouse. His knuckles brushed against the bare flesh of her torso, setting off an electric reaction. There was magic in his touch. When he ran his fingers across the lace of her bra, she felt as if she was going to jump out of her skin. She reached for his chest and grabbed a handful of material. “Take off your shirt.” “I’ve got a better idea,” he murmured. “Why don’t you do it for me?” He leaned back, giving her access to his dark blue uniform. She definitely wanted the shirt off, but stripping him wasn’t so easy. Her fingers were trembling so hard that she couldn’t get the buttons through the holes. Even worse, there was a thermal undershirt under the uniform. It might take her hours to get rid of all these clothes. Biting her lower lip, she concentrated. “Hah,”
