Eleanor's fingers, still shaking from the electric adrenaline surging through her veins and the deep, insistent ache throbbing low in her belly, fumbled at the buckle of Devon's belt with a deliberate, almost torturous slowness.
The metal clicked open with a soft, metallic snap that echoed in the quiet, sending a fresh shiver down her spine.
She slid the leather free with a hiss that seemed too loud, too intimate, then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his trousers.
She tugged them down inch by agonizing inch, the fabric whispering against his thighs as it pooled at his ankles in a crumpled heap.
Her breath caught sharp in her throat when her eyes locked on the thick, unmistakable bulge straining against the tight black boxer briefs, the material stretched taut over his growing hardness.
She gulped audibly, a wet, needy sound that betrayed her, her eyes flicking up to meet his.
