Her fingertips trail down his bare chest, leaving fire in their wake. He groans softly, finding her hip and tracing circles with his palm.
The heat grows and grows between them.
"Carly," he murmurs, not wanting anything other than her.
She lets out a breathy moan as his mouth slides over her stomach, and it sounds like his name.
The electricity explodes when their gazes lock, making his hands pull her closer and her lips desperately seeking his.
The quiet passion fuzzes their brains and they can't hear or feel or see anything other than each other.