Her hands moved of their own accord, trembling with need as they found the edges of his shirt. The buttons felt warm under her fingertips as she worked them loose one by one, her breath catching with each inch of skin she revealed.
The fabric parted slowly under her eager fingers, exposing the hard, sculpted planes of his chest that she'd only imagined before.
But the moment her palms made contact with his bare skin, feeling the cold and power beneath her touch, Kaelric went completely still. His muscles tensed under her hands like coiled steel, and he broke the kiss abruptly, staring down at her with wild eyes.
"What the hell did you open my shirt for?" His voice was hoarse, rough with desire and confusion.
Blazar stammered, her face flushing deep crimson as embarrassment crashed over her. "I... it felt right. I don't know, I just—" Her words caught in her throat, unable to form the truth that burned inside her.
