Eventually, Jamie tugged her silken shawl away, leaving it to puddle on the floor at her feet, allowing him to warmly nuzzle to her shoulders, and run his fingers on her bare back. Impatient for an equal share of his skin, she plucked at his jacket between kisses, until he chuckled into her mouth, “Let me do it, darling,” while pulling back enough to do so. Fannie watched him remove his jacket and fold it carefully before laying it on the battered steamer trunk at the foot of the bed, marveling at his precision, at his calm despite the growing heat in the room. Jamie’s back was to her, and the sight of the lay of his braces stilled her breath for several moments, for it accented not only the strong breadth of his shoulders and upper back, but also the very masculine beauty of the gracious curve of his lower back into his trim waist—all of it conspiring to awaken in her a frisson of unexpected lust. There was no other word to describe it, as it roiled through her belly on downwards. And she still barely breathed as he turned her way once more, overwhelmed as she was by his every detail. No man had ever affected her so viscerally, and Fannie realized that tonight she would freely give him whatever he asked of her. Without hesitation.
my writing, The Secret of Salvation
ask and you shall receive @thelostsmiles - I’ve memorialized that back repeatedly; in fact, I’m due to do one for Strangebatch one of these days soon