Her hand brushed against his skin through his clothes. After all, he wasn't a saint; her touch set him on fire. Yes, even though she didn't intentionally caress him, just casually sliding her fingers over his clothes made his eyes fill with a hazy, provocative fire.
"Eva, are you playing with fire?"
"Are you feeling better?"
"Not... really..." She softly uttered the words, then leaned into his embrace, continuing to caress him.
As he lowered his head, ready to push her away, he realized she'd bitten the skin on his chest.
Eva opened her mouth and gently bit his skin through his clothes. The solid, muscular flesh tingled slightly at first, then a wave of numbing heat spread through him.
Eva had dampened his shirt with her mouth, her lips pressed against his skin, and she showed no signs of stopping.
