Warm open-mouthed kisses marked the side of her neck, each one held long enough to feel the flutter of her pulse beneath the skin.
Benjamin paused at the place where her throat met her shoulder, breathing against the sensitive skin, then continued lower—across the delicate hollow at the base of her throat, then down the center of her chest where the near-transparent fabric of the gown still covered her
His fingers found the edge of the material and drew it downward with unhurried care. The gown yielded easily, slipping past her shoulders and over the small swell of her breasts until it pooled loosely at her waist.
What it revealed was small and perfect in its delicacy—two very modest peaks that rose and fell with every quiet breath she took.
