His hands on her felt almost white-hot, leaving trails of heat she could actually feel. She pulled in a breath inside the kiss, latching onto his shoulders by reflex, but only briefly before sliding over more of his skin. She couldn't touch enough of him, every ridge of muscle, tensed firm because of what they were doing.
But his touch was intoxicating, somehow deepening her breaths the further it traveled. She draped her arms back behind her head and bowed her spine so he could peel the garment over and off her shoulders, leaving nothing between them but the sprawl of her long, loose braid. The sudden closeness of so much skin to skin contact rolled her breath in a faint, but very distinct groan.