68 Home is Where You Are – Part 3*

~ TARKYN ~

Breath shallow and quick, once he'd released the last button, Tarkyn slowly placed his fingertips on the flat of her stomach, then dragged them up, under the fabric, until he cupped both breasts, taking the weight of them.

She sucked in when his calloused palms brushed over those tight peaks that he couldn't yet see. He teased her for a moment, playing both thumbs over her nipples so that she gave a tiny jerk and bit her lip.

But she hadn't dropped his gaze.

'Mine,' he breathed through the link.

And when she smiled, smug pleasure rippled through him—only to be overwhelmed by an awed ache as, without looking away from him, she popped the buttons on her leathers and shoved them down so that they sagged to her ankles where she gave a little step—never moving out of his touch—and kicked them away.

Then she stood in front of him, practically naked, only hidden behind the thin cotton of her open shirt.