Ross was the first to shed a layer, slipping out of his shirt in one smooth motion.
The fabric dropped to the floor, forgotten, revealing the firm lines of his chest and shoulders under the dim apartment lights.
Amanda's eyes swept over him—admiring, nervous, excited. Her heart thudded in her chest, the air between them charged with rising heat.
Then his hands moved to her.
Without rushing, without breaking eye contact, Ross reached around and deftly unhooked her bra.
The clasp gave way beneath his skilled fingers, and the garment slid down her arms and onto the floor, joining his shirt.
Amanda's breath caught as she felt the cool air kiss her newly exposed skin.
Ross looked at her for a moment—just looked. His eyes, dark with desire, locked on the sight of her bare breasts, full and flushed from arousal.
"Beautiful," he murmured.
And then he leaned forward and claimed one of her sweet, pink nipples with his mouth.
"Ahhh…!" Amanda gasped, arching into him.
