The tips of his fingers scorched burning trails as they slid along the backs of her thighs under the lace hem of her dress. His hands were sure, confident, when he hooked a slender finger in the band of her knickers, dragging them over her knees and letting them fall to her feet. The comfort she took, being lifted to the edge of the counter, as he satisfied his palate with her, rendered her motionless over him except for her heaving chest. 