"Satin and Leather"
Felicity held his electric blue gaze as she pulled the rubber band from her hair, slowly, inch by inch, not caring if she let loose a tangled mess.
Oliver's sigh of appreciation was nearly a groan of pain. "I've always liked your hair down. I want to run my fingers through it….I want to wrap my hands around it." He then did precisely as he described.
His hands threaded through the thick layers, tugging on it enough to tilt her lips up to meet his.
Hot, moist breaths mingled as satin and leather met, again and again.