Jaejoong rose up. His dark brown eyes darted to hers. She was writhing underneath him, her body rubbing against him, sending small electric charges through his body. Her body was like hot wire. He grabbed his shirt and ed it impatiently with a low groan. He tossed it on the floor, too. She took another sharp breath in. Her eyes widened. Nabi had seen his tattoos before, but from up close they looked even more magnificent. The black ink twirled on the porcelain skin of his chiseled chest. Black against white.