A/N: Enjoy this please...
She shivered, a full-body ripple that started at her shoulders and cascaded down to her toes, her breath catching in a sharp, audible gasp that tasted of bourbon and jasmine when it mingled with mine.
"Oh… God," she murmured, the words barely a breath, trembling on the edge of another moan.
I rose from the bench in one fluid motion, towering over her where she still straddled the wood, her lace-clad body glowing under the single lamp's honeyed spill and the moon's cold silver pouring through the wall of glass.
Her eyes, those arctic-blue shards, locked onto mine, pupils blown wide, lips parted and glistening with saliva that caught the light like liquid crystal.
I cupped her face with both hands, thumbs brushing the razor edge of her cheekbones, fingers sliding into the thick tumble of blonde hair that smelled of coconut oil warmed by sun and skin and the faint metallic tang of sweat.
