Harley slides her hands up his sides to ruck up the fabric and is practically on his lap again after pulling his shirt over his head. She tosses it aside and runs her hands down his back, mapping out the planes of his shoulder blades and the ridge of his spine.

Her gaze is heated and intensely focused as she takes in the sight of him half naked in her arms. The path of her touch continues down until her fingers dip under the waistband of his trousers, and the struggle to stay within appropriate boundaries is clear on her face. She allows herself to briefly palm his ass over his clothes before bringing her hands to rest on the neutral zone of his shoulders.

She turns her face into his palm and licks at his thumb. "Even marked, I love this body." She pushes him back onto the mattress and leans over him, her nipples barely skimming his chest hair. "My favorite person lives in it."