[She really shouldn't be all that nervous about the prospect of them taking off layers, not when you considered that Richie had seen her in something that offered even less coverage than her underwear but the intent was different now. The way he looked at her, even more so and she couldn't help but wonder if right now, she'd be as at ease in a bikini as she'd been the first time they'd met.
The way she looks at him has also changed, not just the starry eyes of somebody who found some pleasure at having the attention of an attractive man, but something much deeper than that; a hint of awe shining back at him now as he secures her in his arms and pulls her close.
Even in the dark she can see the brilliant blue of his eyes, Kate drinking in every minute detail of his face now she feels like she has some right to do so. She can't help but wonder if he has any idea how good-looking he is, if he had the slightest clue how many girls, women, must have looked at him in that way over the years.
Trapped between them, her fingers splay across his chest, fingertips kneading him through the thin material of his shirt and she leans in, not to kiss his mouth, but dips her her, lips pressing against the skin now exposed by the undoing of buttons.
She stays there like that for a moment or two, exhaling hot air against his skin then tilting her head, Kate begins to trail kisses along the exposed skin that's framed by line of his shirt, following it up towards his neck just as he had done when he'd bitten her.]
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The way she looks at him has also changed, not just the starry eyes of somebody who found some pleasure at having the attention of an attractive man, but something much deeper than that; a hint of awe shining back at him now as he secures her in his arms and pulls her close.
Even in the dark she can see the brilliant blue of his eyes, Kate drinking in every minute detail of his face now she feels like she has some right to do so. She can't help but wonder if he has any idea how good-looking he is, if he had the slightest clue how many girls, women, must have looked at him in that way over the years.
Trapped between them, her fingers splay across his chest, fingertips kneading him through the thin material of his shirt and she leans in, not to kiss his mouth, but dips her her, lips pressing against the skin now exposed by the undoing of buttons.
She stays there like that for a moment or two, exhaling hot air against his skin then tilting her head, Kate begins to trail kisses along the exposed skin that's framed by line of his shirt, following it up towards his neck just as he had done when he'd bitten her.]