The white sheep of the family
Smirking, Loren trailed a finger down Weaver's cheek, moving on to trace her jaw. "Whatever my standards are, you are definitely out of my league." Indeed, there was something almost awed and disbelieving about the way he said it.
Not minding her laughter, he finally wriggled out of his shirt. Tossing it aside, he held himself up for a little while longer so that she could take off some layers as well. However, as soon as she was done, he closed the distance between them.
As his nails scratched lightly down her sides, he bit down gently on her now fully exposed tattoo. Moving down her chest with his lips as his hands came to rest on her hips, he pressed a trail of kisses down her body. He wanted to taste and explore every inch that she'd just exposed.
Not minding her laughter, he finally wriggled out of his shirt. Tossing it aside, he held himself up for a little while longer so that she could take off some layers as well. However, as soon as she was done, he closed the distance between them.
As his nails scratched lightly down her sides, he bit down gently on her now fully exposed tattoo. Moving down her chest with his lips as his hands came to rest on her hips, he pressed a trail of kisses down her body. He wanted to taste and explore every inch that she'd just exposed.
Will blood tell
