Brooklyn shivered suddenly, cold from the lack of clothing on her upper half. They were both shirtless now, but she didn’t mind. Running her hands down his torso, she began to undo his belt. It was harder than you would imagine considering she was trying to kiss him at the same time.
A sense of accomplishment flooded her as she finally got it undone and tossed it aside. She couldn’t help but smile and continue to kiss him.
He chuckled at her struggle to undo his belt, finding it too adorable and funny to help. In no time, he shed them and threw them on the floor, hearing them land with a familiar thud on the ground.
Chase picked her up, pulling down the covers. He tossed them over his shoulder like a cape and smiled before claiming her mouth again. His hands went around to her back, fumbling with the clip of her bra. He always hated these things; never understand how women could hook and unhook them so quickly with ease. Seeing it be done before, he wondered how it was so simple for them yet complicated as rocket science for men.
