“What does that mean, Mal?” Inara asked, her voice soft and breathy. The closeness of him and the way he hovered over her was driving the otherwise composed woman to distraction.
Her back ached and she rose up into Mal’s touch as the ribbon of her kimono opened revealing her golden flesh beneath. The top of the valley between her breasts met the air and Inara felt a surge of lust at the way Mal looked at her.
Reaching for the front of his shirt, she continued to look at him as she unbuttoned the top button, then the next, then the next until his shirt hung open to reveal his muscular chest. Pushing the shirt open, she ran her hand over the flesh using just her fingertips. She found lines of old scars that marked his flesh in contrast to her own unmarred skin.