Stone cupped her jaw and leaned in to kiss her.
Losing herself in the brush of his lips, the thrust of his tongue, she didn’t notice he’d reached around and unhooked her bra until the fabric gave way and the straps slipped from her shoulders.
“I think someone still has too many clothes on,” he murmured against her mouth.
She drew in a breath. “We should do something about that.”
“Yes, we should.”
Without any effort at all, Stone hauled her into his arms and stood. He strode to the bed and gently placed her across it. Eyes on hers, he slid the button on her jeans free and lowered the zipper. Tucking his fingers into the waistband at her hips, he dragged the denim down, hooking her underwear as he went.
When he reached her feet, he slipped off her ankle boots and her pants followed. Expecting him to crawl back up the bed, Sophie was surprised when he dropped to his knees on the floor and ran his hands up her shins.
“You’re so gorgeous, I don’t know where to start.”
Anywhere. Just touch me.