"Should I do this naked?" he muses, his voice a low growl, already knowing the answer. He's been craving the raw, unadulterated contact, the friction of skin on skin. She squirms, her body responding to his words, his intent. He leans in, his lips brushing against her ear, "I want to feel every inch of you," he whispers, his hands already tugging at her clothes, her body arching into his, eager to relinquish the final barrier.