Meredith.
My heart pounded against my ribs, every beat echoing in my ears.
The firelight painted his skin in golds and shadows as he leaned back, his eyes burning up at me.
His hand trailed upward again, slow, deliberate, undoing the rest of my buttons with that same infuriating control. One by one, the fabric gave way until the cool air kissed my skin.
His palm flattened over my stomach, sliding higher. I shivered under his touch, every nerve in me alive.
When his thumb brushed the underside of my breast, I gasped, my body arching instinctively. His eyes narrowed, dark with desire, but his smile was faint, savoring.
"You are trembling," he murmured.
"Because of you," I whispered back, my voice breaking with breath.
He chuckled low, the sound vibrating against my lips as he kissed me again, slower this time, deeper, as though savouring my surrender.
His other hand tangled in my hair, guiding me, holding me close until I was dizzy with him.
