He made her yelp in surprise when he pulled her hands open, then grabbed the sleeves and yanked them down. A wave of heat flowed through her as the buttons popped and he tore the blouse from her hands, throwing it across the room.
His lips left hers, sliding along her cheek, then found her neck.
Miranda whimpered in pleasure as he sucked on her tender flesh, and let her head fall back, giving him better access. She loved the way her long hair felt caressing her bare back, but not as much as the way his hands felt as he encircled her waist, his rough palms on the small of her back.
Miranda grabbed the bottom of his shirt, yanking it up, and he lifted his arms, easing his head back so she could pull it over his head. Before she'd even tossed it aside his lips were back on hers, his tongue
