The scar itself was old, that much he could tell, as it lacked the angry red coloring of fresh scar tissue. Shae reached up to trace a gentle fingertip along the length of smoothly welted flesh, down, down between the valley of her breasts, until the mark disappeared beneath that goddamn teasing neckline. Oh yeah, it was definitely getting hot in here.
Those delicate, frisky fingers of hers had managed to unfasten the closure to his jeans, and he gave a relieved groan as he shifted against her, the heat of his arousal pulsing at her lower stomach through the flimsy material of his boxers. Her hand brushed fleetingly across the member in question and he hissed, realizing that she literally held the core of his desire in the palm of her hand.
His response was a roll of the hips that rocked her solidly against his thigh, and he grinned in satisfaction at the whimper the action elicited from her. He could feel a vague dampness against his leg, even through the thick denim of his jeans, and his breathing became even more erratic with the surge of pure arousal at the observation. Thank God she seemed to be just as turned on as he was, because it would only be a matter of moments now until he completely lost control, and then....well, then Sophie would just have to manage the repercussions on her own.
Shae abruptly tugged the neckline of the dress down to expose her shoulder and the gentle swell of her breast beneath her bra, while his other hand skillfully maneuvered the elastic legband of her panties, stretching the material aside as his fingers dipped insistently between her legs. It was a claiming gesture of sorts, and he briefly met those piercing blue-grey eyes with his own before leaning in to nibble at one of her earlobes.
No further words had passed between them, but at this point words were unnecessary. His body reacted to her so easily, the only natural response was to follow the cues, pursue the almost maddening stimulation...but he did love the sound of those moans, oh yes he did.