There was something about having your lover take your clothes off.
Amanda sat on the stool like a princess and watched Kyle remove her shirt with quiet calm. His eyes never left hers as he undid one button, then another.
The bathroom was spacious, with warm water already waiting in the tub. Amenities lined the shelf, and there was a separate steam room and a multi-option shower head.
None of that mattered to them. They kept watching each other, hunger and love shared in equal measure.
When he undid the fourth button, his gaze could no longer stay on her face.
He looked down at the valley of her cleavage. "Your choice of color seems to be influenced a lot by my preference," he muttered, seeing the black lacy floral bra. The thin straps let her full bust almost spill from the cups.
"It's not the first time you've seen them."
"And yet it never ceases to arouse me," he whispered, utterly honest.
He slid his hand into her shirt and leaned in to steal her lips again.
