"My pleasure." He breathed, his voice a little husky from anticipation. The fingers of his left hand dug between fabric overlay and prized out the delicate head of the zipper. He pulled down slowly, the fingers of his right hand ghosting the skin of her spine as it was revealed to him, stroking, feeling the smooth texture of skin, the rise and fall of each vertebra and the heat coming off of her body.

Mark leaned in and burrowed his nose into her hair, his lips brushing the nape of her neck at the top of her spinal column.