His breath on her neck had every nerve ending tingling and made her body ache for his touch.

She moaned softly as long fingers danced gently along the delicate sun-kissed skin of her shoulders. Her eyes fluttered as he reached around and traced circles on the swell of her breasts, causing a sensual, throaty purr.

But when he started drawing unusual shapes on each luscious breast, her eyes popped open, and she laughed.

“Are you playing dot-to-dot with the freckles on my tits?”

“No, baby, I’m making constellations.”

“Mmm, kiss my Big Dipper.”

“That should be my line,” he teased.