"Marley," he whispered, exhaling a shaky breath. "If you're not..." she took a deep breath and broke their eye contact, her cheeks flaming in embarrassment at her eagerness, loosening her hold on his hair, "if you're not comfortable with me touching you..." she trailed off when he lifted an arm to grab onto the back of his shirt, slipping it over his head before she could blink again. He didn't give her the chance to dwell on it either, lowering back on top of her and smashing his lips against hers. She was dizzy, her fingers finding his shoulders again. His bare shoulders. He separated their lips to return to her neck. "Uncomfortable? Silly spitfire," he rasped, "Touch me."
She lowered her head to scan over the gorgeous planes of his chest hovering over her. Her fingers tingled with desi
