“What’s a better word for admiring?” she asked, her voice slightly shaky.

“Appreciating? Applauding? Worshipping?” I suggested.

I loved the dopey look that had spread across her face as her hands reached out to touch me.

“Yes. All of those. That’s exactly what I’m doing.”

Leaning down so close so that she could feel my warm breath against her neck, I whispered, “Then, lie back, so I can return the favor.”

She did exactly as instructed, giving me some room on the bed. Hovering above her, I felt like a king standing at the foot of a grand feast.

And I knew exactly where I wanted to start.

I inwardly groaned, loving the feel of my skin touching hers. It nearly crackled with intensity with every lingering touch. Placing featherlight kisses across her collarbone, I continued down between the valley of her breasts, still covered by the thin cotton bra. With two days of stubble on my chin, I worked my way to the button fly of her jeans, and her breath caught.

I briefly looked up, asking for permission. I wanted her to want this as much as I did. I wanted her to need this as much as I did.

With the slightest tilt of her head, my fingers made quick work of her jeans, sliding them down her legs and adding them to the growing pile on the floor. Climbing back up the bed, I abruptly froze.

“Are those…” I paused, trying to hold back the chuckle lodged in my throat. Pointing at her bright turquoise boy shorts, I continued, “Tiny hamburgers on your panties?”

Her face quickly turned twenty different shades of red before she covered it. “Yes!” she squealed.

Laughter broke free, and as I fell on the bed next to her, I found myself pulling her rigid hands away from her embarrassed face.

“I happen to love hamburgers,” I said with a devilish grin as my hand snuck down the taut planes of her stomach to the edge of her ridiculous panties. “And I happen to find these incredibly sexy.”

Before she could say anything in response, I sank my hand under her panties, finding her clit almost instantly.

“Holy crap!” she cried out, her back bowing in response.

Seeing her react to me was intoxicating. I suddenly felt invincible, like I’d just stumbled upon the greatest high known to man and I was the only one who knew about it.

When I gave it a tiny flick, she inhaled sharply. As I went deeper, she let out a deep moan.

“God, you’re wet.” It was like dipping my fingers into hot maple syrup. And I’d bet it tasted just as sweet.

I was pacing myself, doing my absolute damnedest not to rush this, but I knew if I didn’t have my mouth on her soon, I’d explode.