Pulling off his glove with his teeth Shay knelt on the bed, one leg tucked under him, half kneeling-half standing, as he trailed his fingertips up the inside of her thigh.
She gasped, "Your fingers are freezing!"
Shay threw her a knowing smirk. "Not for long, lass."
His Irish lilt did unimaginable things to her and she let out a sound that was half moan, half sigh as he slipped his fingers inside her. He slid his other hand, now freed from the prison of his glove up the curves of her body to cup her breast. He leaned in and kissed it, sucking on the nipple as he pulled away.
She pushed her hands under his collar and onto his shoulders squeezing them as he withdrew his hand, he brought it up to his mouth and sucked her off his fingers, never breaking eye contact.
"Let's get you out of these clothes" she whispered, already reaching for the ties…
