Samuel let out a ragged, breathless exhale. The stark white streaks smeared across his tanned, taut stomach only highlighted the uneven heave of his chest.
His hazy gaze flickered from his own mess right up to Heena. His pupils were blown wide, nearly swallowing the color of his irises.
She shifted her weight with deliberate, slow grace. The motion caused the sheer silk of her bodice to slip just a fraction lower on her shoulder.
The cool air of the room brushed against the damp, clinging fabric, making her own peaks pebble. They pushed proudly against the thin material, the hardened points distinct and begging for attention.
Samuel's eyes snagged on the sight. Even in his drained state, seeing the tight outline of her breasts made his hips give an involuntary twitch.
The thick, coiled muscle of his thigh jerked against the dark floorboards. His jaw clenched tight, a fresh wave of heat pooling low in his stomach despite his recent release.
