He pulls back only long enough to shed his own shirt before his arms go back around her, his fingers working at the clasp of her bra as he kisses down along her breastbone to the other breast. As the scrap of fabric falls away, he pulls her in tight, surrounding her sensitive nipple with his warm mouth, laving it with his tongue.

He's lost in her, in the texture and taste of her skin, in the way her body arches against his, and he runs his hands up her back, coaxing her to press more firmly against him.