in his hand, enjoying the moment.
That would have been enough for hours. For days even. Except that she closed the space between them, pressing her breasts to his chest with nothing to separate them but his T-shirts—one on him and two on her. She wore nothing underneath his clothes. He’d thought as much earlier when he’d watched her move around the living room. Even before that when he’d touched her shoulder and didn’t feel a bra strap there.
But now, knowing for certain how easily he could cup the gentle swell of her breasts in his hands …
Slow and easy went out the window.
Sliding his arms around her back, he hauled her against him and hoped he never had to let go.
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