And, oh, the feel of his skin against her skin, the way his muscle moved under her hands, the power in it, the hardness of him—she moaned again, and he growled against her neck, and caught her mouth in his, hands roaming now over her bare torso, finding the clip of her bra and doing away with that, too. Disallowing anything that stood between them. Tracing his tongue over her bare skin, lingering over the tips of the leaves on her tattoo, running his fingertips over her belly, her waist, the insides of her arms.