The skin of an animal
Inside his leather jacket it was warm and cozy - falsely secure.
Placing a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, his long fingers then searched the pockets of his brown tweed jacket and finally emerged with a match.
Her jacket was draped over a chair across the room.
Jenn unbuttoned her jacket one button at a time.
His warm hands slid under her jacket, caressing her back through the thin T-shirt.