Pick a spot to finish on me?

You can't stop staring at those curves, the kind that make your hands forget themselves and reach before your brain catches up.

You feel the pull low in your stomach, something urgent and specific, a need to press your mouth against warm skin and work your way down slowly.

You already know where you want to finish — you've been deciding since the first second your eyes landed here, tracing every soft line, every dip and swell that was built exactly to undo you.