#### P A R T 5 ####

“Dave, what are we doing here? I thought you said this is going to be a romantic evening,” she said, eyebrows raised as he pulled her into the elevator at the studio.

He pushed her up to the wall, his lips crashing down on hers. She was electrified and the vibrating walls of the old lift intensified the feeling.

“Forgot my,” he murmured as he kissed his way to her ear, “guitar.”

She moaned softly, her hands wandering to where his shirt was tucked in his trousers, pulling on the fabric.

He, however, swatted her hands away with a smug grin. “Patience, love.”

The elevator doors slid open with the familiar bling and they stepped out into the hallway. He took her by the hand and led her down the corridor, through a fire door and up a flight of stairs to the recording studio on the upper floor. As they walked along, her mind wandered back.

They had both been hurting deeply after the tube pregnancy. Before, they both had had some sort of silent understanding that they would not have any children. He had his own and the odds weren’t really working in her favour, but after a lot of ups and downs she got along with them okayish. And for quite a while, this had been enough for both of them.

However, things had been thrown off balance after the laparotomy. Everything suddenly seemed to be questioned and challenged, and needed close examination and revaluation. It had been quite a painful process for both of them, but instead of breaking them (and there were times when it had been a close shot), it made them stronger. It was as if they had reached yet another level of connectivity.

He had finished the tour and when she got out of hospital after the last gig, instead of taking her home he had taken her straight on a holiday without much more of an explanation than “it’s somewhere nice and warm”. It turned out to be a small, private island he had rented from a friend, a little north of Puerto Rico.

They had spent six weeks there. It had been a time full of anger, pain, mourning, tears, hurt, self-reproaches. They had both seen some of their darkest days in this Caribbean paradise. And slowly they started to heal.

When they got home, the pitying glances and hushed murmurs were their constant companions for a while, but they survived that, too. Thankfully, nothing had yet leaked to the press about it. They still believed Kessler’s story of a very acute appendicitis to be true. The fans had been relatively understanding and all seemed forgiven when the band had made up for the cancelled gig by making this the actual final concert of the tour.

It was not easy for them resuming their old life when for them everything had changed so drastically. But they found their way back into their daily lives, and their friends learnt not to tiptoe around them as if they were sick. Because they were anything but. Their love had matured more and it was glowing in their eyes.

As for the children question that loomed over them like a shadow, unaddressed for weeks… they had agreed that if it happened, it would happen. But they would not make their happiness now suddenly depending on it, when before they hadn’t and had been perfectly happy, too. Still she had to admit there was a certain longing inside her, ever since that fateful day. She wasn’t quite sure yet whether it was her not quite being over it, or whether it really was a sincere and heartfelt wish that was growing. She knew he had similar feelings. They’d have to wait and see.

She nearly tripped over a cable she had not seen in the dimly lit corridor and it brought her back to reality.

Why she couldn’t have waited down in the cab until he had collected his guitar was beyond her. Now they’d have to get another cab and this in New York City on a Friday evening. But she bit her comment back. Dave stopped and opened the door to his left, switching on the lights.

She followed him into the room. The floor was one big mess of wires and cables; there were microphones, amplifiers, a drum kit in the corner, headphones lying around, guitars standing in a long rack, a piano in the other corner of the room. To their right was the door to the vocal booth, to their left the big window with the now dark control room behind.

“Are you sure you left your guitar here?” she asked, scanning the rack, but not finding the familiar instrument.

She searched the rack again, perhaps she had missed it.

“I didn’t leave my guitar here.”

His voice came from the corner of the room and she turned around to him.

He stood by the piano, holding out his hand to her.

“Come here, baby. I want to show you something.”

She went to him, took his hand, their fingers intertwining and he pulled her to sit with him on the bench at the piano.

”You’re gonna sing for me?” she asked, her eyes sparkling.

She loved to hear him sing, but when he sang just for her, it was something very special. An enormous honour and a precious present she always cherished.

“I’m gonna sing for you,” he nodded, pensively.

He looked into her eyes and her breath was taken away by his intense stare. It was as if he was looking at her for the very first time. Her heart sped up. His hand came up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and the gesture sent butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. His hand rested on her cheek, thumb caressing her skin.

Then he added: “I wrote a song for you.”

Dave heard her sharp intake of breath and saw tears glistening in her eyes. He felt nervous about it for several reasons. Nobody had heard it before, nor had he shown it to anybody. Would she like it? Would he make himself quite clear? Would she notice that it was still in the working process and relatively raw and would she forgive the few glitches, because he hadn’t had a chance to work on the arrangement properly yet (and he might hit the wrong key in the difficult part)? And would she notice he didn’t have time to warm up his voice?

“For me?” she whispered, incredulously, breaking his thoughts.

He nodded and watched the first tears run down her cheeks. He snaked his other arm around her waist, pulling her in for a soft kiss. Wiping away her tears, he smiled.

“And I haven’t even started yet.”

“Sorry,” she laughed through her tears, wiping them off and straightening herself up beside him.

He had thought about this for weeks, what he would say to her before he started out. About how this song had come to be. Where he had written the first lines. How long he had been working on it. How the lyrics suddenly had poured out of him after their return. About how nervous he was about it, because this was so very intimate, every note, every line. But the words he had practiced didn’t seem to fit anymore. The little introductory speech he had prepared wasn’t needed anymore. She would understand what he wanted to say.

He whispered a kiss onto her temple and then turned to face the keyboard. Breathing in deeply, he closed his eyes. He felt her hand on his thigh, the warmth of her skin radiate through the fabric of his trousers onto his leg, sending heat through his veins.

She watched mesmerised as he gently put his slender fingers onto the keys, not playing yet, but connecting with the instrument. It was like a caress. His fingers lay still on the keys and she heard him breathe in deeply. Her eyes wandered up to his profile. He had his eyes closed, lips slightly parted.

Then she heard the leather of his jacket squeak softly as he moved, moments before the first notes rang through the room.

The melody was simple and yet, it cut right to her heart. It sent chills up and down her spine. She watched his fingers move with precision over the keys, gentle, like his fingers were making love to the keys and the sound of their lovemaking was the music. It was such an erotic thing to watch. She looked up at him, to see he still had his eyes closed as he began to sing.

The words knocked the breath out of her. Like the melody, they were simple, honest and yet of such beauty… It was amazing how with so few words and notes and his voice he could convey so very much. She didn’t notice tears were dropping into her lap as she listened and let him take her right into his heart and showed her what he felt.

She wanted to touch him, huddle close to him to physically feel the power of his voice as well, but she held back, for he was such a beautiful sight to behold: with his head ever so slightly tilted back, eyes closed, his face a mirror of his soul, the veins on his throat standing out clearly and erotically when he sang, relaxing when he wasn’t singing.

His voice vibrated through his body and the power and strength of it made her shudder. It seemed to caress and tease her, to dive into the very depths of her darkest corners, illuminating them, only to pull her into a tight embrace and take her higher and higher up, causing her skin to break out in goosebumps and her breath to quicken.

He talked right to her heart and soul. She could feel the pain in his voice physically and she was shaking by now as she felt the grandness of his love envelop her and warm her heart. It was as if he was holding the piece to her soul she didn’t know she had been missing and he brought them together; making them shine so bright it filled her with joy and a deep peace.

Dave finished the song, the last note swallowed by the room eventually, then slowly opened his eyes. He had put all his heart into it, baring his soul to her and he hoped she had seen it, understood it. He felt her shivering beside him and he turned his head to look at her. The moment their eyes locked, he sucked in breath. Never before had he seen something so powerful.

Tears were openly streaming down her face, but her eyes were glowing with all the love he had just poured out to her through his music, his voice and the lyrics, and she smiled through her tears. Finally able to touch him, she took his hand into hers, carefully kissing its palm and pressing it to her chest. She knew he could now feel her heart beating rapidly.

“I love you, too, Dave,” she said, her voice trembling.

His heart constricted and for a moment he stared at her, before he let out the breath he had not realised he was holding.

She had understood. And she reciprocated.

Then his lips crashed down on hers in a bruising kiss. His hands feverishly grabbed her, lifting her up and over him, so she was straddling him now. The only sounds in the room the few keys her bum hit; the rustling of fabric and the delicate creaking of his leather jacket as he was tearing off her coat; their breathing and soft moans.

F, G, A and B-flat sounded at legato through the room – his foot had shot forward and stepped onto the piano pedal, right as her hand hit the keyboard to balance her out as she leant back, resting her head on the piano, giving him free access to her neck.

His lips wandered down her neck, sucking, licking, biting, soothing; one hand running up and down her side, slowly, his thumb caressing the side of her breast, driving her crazy with want. The other hand cupped her bum and lazily found its way down her thigh, along her dress, slipping it under the fabric near her knee and travelling up on her silk-covered leg till his fingers reached the elastic of the stocking, touching her bare skin now.

She moaned at the image that flashed up in front of her eyes. The long, slender fingers that only moments before had made love to the piano keys now were touching her equally tenderly. It sent hot liquid right to her groin and she thrust down onto him, feeling him hard and ready for her. The only thing that separated them the thin layer of her panties and his trousers (her favourite: the black, impossibly tight ones).

He groaned as he felt her hotness press down on him, the dampness making his member twitch and stretch towards the trousers more, aching to be free of the fabric prison and to be buried deep inside of her.

She sat back up again, her hands feeling for his buckle and finding it. The cold metal was such a contrast to her hot skin and she stopped for a moment, before she unbuckled him, fighting with the button and pulling his zipper down as he ravished her neckline, his hands pulling down the fabric of the dress along with the bra, until he could kiss her breast and suckle in her already hardened nipple.

They both moaned at the sound of the zipper and she pulled away, tugging at his leather jacket. She loved the sound, smell and feel of it on him, but right now it was simply in the way. She wanted to feel just him, only him.

He chuckled at her impatience, losing the jacket and at once the smell of leather was gone, the soft, erotic creaking had stopped. Her hands shot out to the buttons of his shirt, opening them, shivering as he cupped her face, kissing her, plundering her mouth. He moaned as her hands finally pulled the fabric apart, his body aching for her touch, to feel skin on skin. And then her hands touched him, worshipping him as if it were for the first time. He shuddered violently.

His hands lifted the fabric of her dress and he pulled away her panties, ripping them off with one hard tug, letting them fall to the floor. His other hand grabbed hold of his rock-hard member, freeing it from his trousers, then positioning it at her entrance. He grunted at the feeling on his tip of just how wet and ready she was for him, and he, too, was already weeping for her. Then he thrust up into her, slowly, his hands on her hips, pulling her down onto him.

They both moaned in pleasure, her head falling back onto the piano, his buried in the valley of her breasts, both eyes closed, fighting for control. Slowly he sat back up, the movement causing her to moan as his member penetrated her even deeper.

“Look at me, luv,” he said huskily.

She did with great effort and he pulled her up in his lap again, cupping her face in his hands. They were sitting like that for long moments, their hips rolling slowly, hardly moving, staring into each other’s eyes, falling into the depths of them and burning in the fire of passion and love.

His hands curled around the back of her head, pulling her in for a long, deep and sensual kiss. Their tongues mimicking the movements of their hips. His hands wandered down her back, pulling her closer, so their bodies were flush up against one another, chest touching chest. He felt her arms sling around his shoulders, one hand moving up to caress the soft curls on his neck, letting her fingers slip further up into his hair.

Dave moaned into her mouth at the feel of her fingers on his scalp, gently massaging and fondling, sending another wave of heat through his body and straight to his member. His hands were on her hips now and he helped her move, meeting her thrusts with his long, strong ones.

She tasted salt on her lips as small droplets of sweat formed right above his upper lip and her tongue flicked out, licking them off. She broke the kiss and leaned back, giving him access to her chest again and he eagerly licked and sucked the skin of her exposed neck, down to her bosom, hands still on her hips, guiding their thrusts and their intensity.

His hot mouth closed around her nipple, sucking it in, teasing and soothing it with his tongue, making jolts of electricity shoot through her body. He smiled as she moaned his name and he could feel it vibrate through her chest even long after it had crossed her lips. Dave pulled away and looked at her.

She lay there, strands of hair falling free from her updo, her cheeks blushed, small droplets of perspiration visible on the hairline to her forehead, her chest rising and falling with the deep breaths she took to keep in control, her lips parted, red and slightly swollen from their kissing and her eyes…

Her eyes made his heart skip several beats. Intense, pupils dilated so her eyes seemed black and yet there was such a brightness shining in them, such a tenderness, he shuddered.

“Say it again, luv,” he said, voice throaty.

He needed to hear it again desperately. She sat up in his lap, slowing the movements of her hips, her hands coming up to his face. Her fingers ever so lightly travelled across the soft lines that were edged into his forehead, the tiny wrinkles around his eyes that deepened when he laughed or smiled, the softness of the skin of his cheeks and then the initial roughness of the stubble that was starting to show, down to his chin, pausing there for a moment, and back up to his lips.

He felt her fingertips caress his soft and from the kissing very sensitive skin there. Then she locked eyes with him again. They were so full of wonder and amazement, so full of deep admiration and worship, he felt his whole body starting to shiver.

“I love you, Dave.”

He heard the words and he saw the truth of them written all over her face, sincerity burning in her eyes and he felt his heart leap. His mouth crushed on hers, his hand curled around her neck holding her in place as he thrust up into her at a faster pace now, losing rhythm soon to a frantic pace.

He broke the kiss, leaning his forehead on hers, locking eyes with her. It made them both dizzy and they felt as if they were lighting a fire and it was rising up, from their joined groins, travelling up to their hearts, flooding them with heat and brilliance, rising up further yet. They both moaned at the feeling.

Dave’s hand moved to where their bodies were joined, enjoying the silky feel of her skin and of her dress, the feel of her soft pubic hair and he rubbed her swollen bundle of nerves, both frantic for completion now.

He crushed his mouth on hers again as he felt her inner walls starting to clamp down on him and he knew the wave was closing in on her. He thrust up into her powerfully and she tumbled over the edge, trembling in his arms and he swallowed her cry with his mouth. With two more thrusts he leaped after her into oblivion, shouting against her lips, the blinding light now flooding through him, too, and he felt how his hot semen spurted up inside of her tight channel that milked him for all he was worth.

The intensity of the orgasm left them fighting for their breath, a slow ringing in their ears and they felt dizzy, their foreheads resting on the other, arms wrapped around each other, fingers drawing lazy circles, eyes closed, slowly coming back down to earth.

After a long moment, her lips found his in a long kiss. Their breathing had calmed down and she broke the kiss.

Dave reached down to the floor where her handbag lay underneath his leather jacket and handed it to her. She pulled out a few tissues and he slipped out of her, helping her clean herself up. He helped her stand up and grinned smugly as her knees buckled because her legs were pins and needles from their position.

She playfully swatted at his chest and sat down on the piano bench again as he zipped up his trousers and buttoned up his shirt again. She bent down, picking up what once were her panties off the floor. She held them up to him with a raised eyebrow.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he said, pulling her up and into his arms, stuffing the ripped panties in his pocket.

“Or then, I could go commando,” she breathed into his ear and his eyes widened as she pulled away, smiling, picking up her coat and handing him his jacket.

He was a real gentleman and helped her in her coat, smiling at her efforts to smooth out the wrinkles in her dress. It really had suffered, but then, so had his shirt. It looked crumpled.

“Everyone will know what we’ve been doing,” she grumbled, not really meaning it.

“Luv, everyone can see what we’ve been doing anyways,” he said, his fingers grazing the new love bite that adored her neck.

“Marking your property again, huh?” she teased him.

“So you finally admit that you are mine?” he flirted right back.

Her eyes shone with sincerity. “I am. Entirely and completely.”

He pulled her in for a soft kiss, feeling a primal satisfaction at her words. He clasped her hand in his and they walked out of the room, switching off the lights as they went, a spring in both their steps.

As they entered the elevator again, she stared up at the floor numbers and said innocently: “Remind me to thank you for that beautiful song, will you?”

* * *

A few days later, they had been attending a non-public event for young musicians. He had insisted she come with him and even though she had been reluctant at first, she gave in and in the end was glad she did. They had a most enjoyable evening, starting with her walking out of the shower as he was dressing and he was digging in the depths of his closed, murmuring about something he was looking for.

She had rolled her eyes and started dressing herself. Men. If something didn’t jump their face right away…

“Ah, here it is.”

And then she had turned around and her mouth had watered immediately. He just pulled up the zipper of his trousers. And what trousers they were. White jeans. Tight, white jeans. He had his back to her and the contrast of the white trousers to his tanned skin and the black tattoo that spread across his back sent a hot wave of heat right to her groin.

She tried hard to wipe the hungry expression off her face, but he turned around just in time to see it and he bent his head, a slow smile spreading on his lips as he looked at her through his lashes, head slightly tilted.

He knew exactly what effect he had on her. And she couldn’t help the feeling that was the reason why he had put those trousers on tonight. With a raised eyebrow (that went totally unnoticed by her) his hand reached for a black shirt and she watched him putting it on not able to tear her eyes off him; the tattoos disappearing underneath the fabric, his slender fingers buttoning it up. Then, with a wicked smile, his hand reached into the closet again.

She heard it and knew before she saw what it was, her eyes widening. His leather jacket. He made a show of putting it on and then walked up to her, slowly. His lips were inches from hers as he whispered: “You’re drooling on the floor, luv.”

He chuckled as she first furiously blushed and then hurled a pillow after him, missing by far as he jumped out of the way, his laughter bouncing off the walls.

Ever since then, she was fighting for control. She had never known that seeing Dave getting dressed would be just as erotic as it was seeing him losing his clothes. Oh, but he had something coming his way, too.

Dave knew exactly what state she was in and had a smug grin plastered on his face the entire evening. The venue was crowded, but not to the point of claustrophobia. He didn’t leave her side, introducing her to people she didn’t know yet, constantly touching her.

His hand in the small of her back, his fingers curling around her elbow, fingers brushing hers as he handed her her drink, shoulders touching hers, hips grazing hers, his arm snaking around her waist, pulling her into his chest and she could smell the leather and the cigarettes and his aftershave on him.

The touches, his constant nearness made her dizzy. It was as if he wanted to make sure she was constantly aching for him, as if he was teasing her. If only he didn’t get burnt playing with that fire.

Dave was entertaining three people around him, his index finger curled around her pinkie. She was chatting with a young lad who looked a bit lost and like he didn’t really belong to the group. He warmed up to her after a moment, introducing himself as Dylan, eyes grateful that someone actually talked to him.

“You know, you’re a lot less scary than the rest of the people in the room,” he blurted out.

She laughed at that confession. “What a lovely compliment.”

And he beamed at her. She didn’t notice Dave’s head shooting around and taking in the two of them in a long lock, before he turned back to the guy who had just asked him a question.

She did notice, however, about ten minutes into their chatting, it now was only Dave, her and Dylan, and that Dave’s arm now demonstratively lay around her waist. He had pulled her close to his chest, his hand splayed on her stomach, rubbing circles with his thumb. She noticed, too, that he leaned in to her ear, when they were laughing, his hot breath puffing against her skin, making it break out in goose bumps.

And the other thing she noticed was pressing hard and hotly into her bum. He kept her in front of him, hiding his excitement and she couldn’t resist brushing her hip back against him, resulting in a stifled moan from him.

So he was horny and jealous, she smiled inwardly. About time he got fed some of his own medicine. She kept on talking to Dylan, who was eager to talk to someone, but shyly averting Dave’s eyes. Somebody rammed into her elbow and she spilled her drink. Luckily it just dripped over her fingers, but Dylan was quick with a napkin, quicker than Dave anyways.

“Thank you,” she said, taking the cloth and dabbing at her fingers and the glass.

What she failed to notice that for the briefest of moments, their bare fingers touched. Dave and Dylan, however, had noticed.

She sensed Dave tensing beside her and there was a graspable shift in mood when she looked back up.

Dylan opened and closed his mouth several times, looking quite intimidated. “I’m sorry… I… uh… over there… friends… lovely meeting you… um… I… yeah… bye!”

And with that he hurried off, disappearing in the crowd. She was quite irritated at his sudden departure and wondered if it was anything she had said or done and turned to Dave.

She had to bit her lip from not bursting out laughing. His eyes followed the young man as he hurried off, a threateningly icy death glare on his face. She turned and poked her index finger into his chest.

”Congratulations, you just scared away a kid. You are such a caveman.”

He turned his head back to her. “What? Why?”

She nodded into the direction Dylan had disappeared in.

“Oh he? He was downright flirting with you, that cheeky brat. With me standing right beside you. I mean… Didn’t you notice?”

“So?” she said impassively. “Women are flirting with you all the time.”

He opened and closed his mouth and then growled: “He touched you.”

She couldn’t help the small smile. “He touched me? When would that have been?”

His eyes were narrowed to slits now. “Just when he gave you the napkin. He touched your fingers.”

“You’re jealous,” she laughed, “and of a boy no less.”

He put his arms around her, pressing himself into her, knowing she could feel him. His eyes were burning lakes of fire as he said hotly: “Tonight, luv, I’m the only one who’s permitted to touch you.”

She felt the hotness of his body radiate through the fabric of his clothes, his hardness press up against her and her heart was beating in her throat with excitement.

“Promises, promises,” she whispered teasingly.


* * *

A car with driver was at their disposal to take them home. He quite literally dragged her from the room without so much as saying goodbye, muttering some excuse to the host. Dave pressed the button to slide up the tinted glass between them and the driver the moment the door slammed shut behind them and then he turned to her.

“Now then, show me again how grateful you are,” he said with a wicked smile, his hands sliding up her legs.

She swatted them away. “Don’t stretch that line, hon.”

He bent forward to attack her neck.

“But I love your way of saying thank you,” he muttered against her skin and she moaned, closing her eyes in pleasure.

Dave’s jacket softly creaked and was greeted by the creaking of the leather seats. Leather on leather… the image flashed through her mind, leaving her heart racing. And the smell…

He worked his hands up her legs. She wasn’t wearing any stockings today and he loved the feel of her silky legs underneath his fingertips. His lips found hers in a ravishing kiss as he pushed her back in the seat, leather softly croaking, his hands wandering up her thighs and he deftly moved his hand between her legs, parting them.

She opened for him with a long sigh into his mouth and he caressed the soft skin of her inner thighs, moving higher and higher. He knew she was already dripping wet and ready for him. He had seen to that state the entire evening. However, as his fingers touched her pubic hair, his head shot up in surprise.

“You’re going commando.”

It sounded solemn and a bit shocked, too. There was a wicked smile on her lips now.

“Couldn’t risk you ruining another pair of my panties,” she breathed, excitement shooting through her as his eyes darkened and he kissed her feverishly.

His body pressed her into the seats, one hand moving up to cup her indeed bare ass and he sighed happily at that, the other hand moving down into her wet folds, rubbing her clit. She coated his fingers with her wetness and he pushed two fingers inside her, curling them to massage her. He felt his throbbing member stretch painfully against the jeans, making him remember why he had stopped wearing them.

She, however, pushed him away, back into his seat, eyes ablaze with passion and he blinked at her for a moment.

“Enough with the foreplay. I’m ready. Are you?”

And with that, her hand dove right for his member. She stroked him through the fabric, his entire length up and down and she could feel and see him grow some more under her touch. His head lolled back onto the headrest as he moaned at her touch.

“How long?” she asked.

“As long as we need,” Dave panted as he felt her hands on his buckle and then he heard the zipper being pulled down. “Told him to drive around till we tell him to bring us home.”

“So you’ve been planning this?” she drew out the question, letting her hand slip into his trousers, being met by his hot skin.

“Spontaneously sprung to mind… ahhh…,” he moaned loudly as her fingers wrapped around his shaft and he helped her pull his trousers down to his knees, “when I was in the… shower… Fuck, yes, luv!”

She straddled him, pulled up her dress and over her head. He unclasped her bra and the clothing joined the dress on the floor. All she was wearing now were her high heels.

He grabbed her hips, positioning himself at her entrance. Their lips met and he thrust up into her, just as the back axle of the car hit a road hole. The impact sent her slamming down onto him hard and they both cried out in pleasure at their deep joining. Her hands shot out to grasp for balance, one to his shoulder, the other to the roof of the car.

That was it for him. He grabbed her hips and started at a frantic pace. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had spurted a hard-on for most of the evening, he wanted her now, he wanted her fast and hard. She seemed to have the same thing in mind.

Their bodies slammed against each other, hands groping and grabbing, the sound of their groans muffled by their open mouthed kisses, all teeth and tongue, raw passion burning in them.

They were completely taken by surprise when the car hit another road hole and sent them both into white oblivion, both crying out the other’s name. He felt her clamp down hard on him, taking in his shaft even deeper and he exploded into her, mightily.

When their breathing had calmed down, she pressed a kiss onto his temple, giggling softly.

“We should tip that diver. He knows his job very well.”

“That he does.”

Dave laughed quietly, closing his eyes at the feel of her fingers sliding under his leather jacket and the shirt, caressing his skin.