"I hope not." The whisper was so quiet he wasn't sure it carried. He felt himself becoming breathless again. The brief lull only served to heighten his reactions now that they had taken it further still. He licked his lips once, his mouth feeling dry.

"Yes," he agreed. He hooked his thumb in the top of the thin cloth and tugged it down enough for him to work his fingers inside. "Ohh, Maker..." His free hand tightened against the side of her hip to steady her. His breath spilled quickly across her jaw.