Her eyes close, intensifying her other senses, touch, smell, hearing. Her awareness folds down to these simple things.

The feel of his mouth against her own, the roughness of his beard, the touch of his lips on the delicate skin beneath her jaw. Goosebumps flare along the top of her shoulder.

The sound of his breath. She can hear him inhaling, drawing in her scent, drawing her into his body. The scent of his skin, smoke and earth, and something indefinably masculine. The heat of his body, radiating into her skin, warming her blood, her very bones, she thinks.

She sighs as he undoes another button, shivering at the graze of his knuckles against her bare stomach.