"Haah—mmn… Ry—Ryan…"
Her voice trembled, her breath catching at every kiss. I felt her heart hammering through her chest, matching mine beat for beat, until the space between us disappeared again.
I trailed my lips lower, letting the line of kisses wander from her throat down to her shoulder. Her skin was hot beneath my mouth, the faint sheen of sweat catching the low light. I followed the curve to her collarbone, then down toward the glimmering hollow right above the soft swell of her breasts. Every breath she took made them rise just a little against the fabric of her yellow bra, the shadowed valley between them gleaming faintly.
Her bra hid her, but only just the thin material traced every curve, each breath revealing the subtle give and rise of her chest. I could smell her skin there, the warmth of it mingling with the faint scent of her perfume and the taste of my own breath.
