The tip of his tongue wetted his bottom lip as his fingers skated up, sliding under the hem of her sweater. She could feel the warmth radiating off him on the bare skin just above her waist band. The flats off his rough hands dragged up her skin leaving gooseflesh in its wake as he removed the sweater. He examined her like a work of art, adoring and admiring every freckle on her skin and the lace that barely covered her breasts.