Kate noticed the scars. How could she not? But they didn't stop her. Didn't bother her. Didn't even give her pause. Once her own shirt was tossed aside, she brought her hands up to start exploring his chest, his sides, his stomach. So much exposed skin to touch. He was hot figuratively and literally, his skin warm against the cool, soft skin of her hands.
"Here," she said after a moment, lowering one fingertip to tap against her collarbone. "Start here."