Bay felt like every bit of bare skin was a nerve ending, and she gasped at the speed with which he'd disposed of her shirt (and really, who cared where it had gone? She had other shirts.) and the kiss on her bare shoulder.

Then she dipped her chin so she could focus on his neck. Licking it, kissing, it, nibbling at it ... maybe leaving a bruise or two, just to make things a little more interesting.