The doting kisses he trailed down her chest made her shiver, the contrast of smoother lips and tongue coupled with the rough texture of his stubble leaving her wanting more. Fingers threatened to curl tighter in his hair and she restrained herself only slightly, using the tips of her short, blunt nails to trail lines down the back of his neck and over his shoulder blades.

She could feel how taut the muscles in his back were as he dipped his head further down her chest and she wished she could see him better, even if her imagination could do some creative things with what she was given.

His moan startled her; against her breast, the sound reverberated through her, eliciting a soft groan in answer. Her palms found their place on his back and she began to knead at his muscles, head tilted down to watch him. She couldn't look away even if she wanted to, even in the darkness.