Elizabeth Hoyt Quote

Her breath caught as she swept over his nipple with the cloth. Did he feel that? Did it feel any different from the rest of his skin? Did he feel as she did when cloth brushed over her bare nipples?She dared to peek from under her lowered eyelashes.His nostrils were flared, his eyes mere slits.And his nipple was erect now, a sharp little peak on his chest.It might've been from the cold of the water and the air.Perhaps.She washed down his side and to his waist where the coverlet lay, watching as he sucked his stomach in at her touch. There was a whorl of black hair about his navel that trailed into the depths of the sheets.