Her hands hastily worked at his buttons, nearly popping them off in her impatience to spread open his shirt and push it at least part way down his shoulders. Once that herculean task was completed, she went back to skimming her fingers over him, feeling the contrast of his soft skin over hard muscle.
Yeah, Verity knew what she was hungry for and it wasn't dinner.
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Her hands hastily worked at his buttons, nearly popping them off in her impatience to spread open his shirt and push it at least part way down his shoulders. Once that herculean task was completed, she went back to skimming her fingers over him, feeling the contrast of his soft skin over hard muscle.
Yeah, Verity knew what she was hungry for and it wasn't dinner.