When he finally released her breasts, letting them drop back into place with a soft bounce, Mavis exhaled like a drowning woman breaking the surface.
Her chest heaved.
Her skin tingled everywhere he had touched.
She felt lightheaded, dizzy, as though he had taken something vital from her with those hands.
But Luca wasn't finished.
He applied fresh lotion to his palms and moved to the rest of her upper body.
His hands slid across her collarbone, down her sternum, tracing the faint lines of her ribs.
Her abdomen was lean and tight, the skin smooth except for the gentle ridges of muscle beneath.
His fingers explored the hollow of her waist, the subtle curve of her hip where human met horse, the dip of her navel.
And then he stopped at her belly button.
"Hold on." He murmured. "This needs special attention."
Before Mavis could ask what he meant, he spread her navel open with both thumbs and peered inside.
"What—what are you doing?!"
