Her heart beat hard and her breathing became ragged. She craved him. His touch. The feel of his fingers on her skin. His mouth on her. She needed to taste him. Taste his kiss. His skin. To feel his heavy erection in her palm, in her mouth, deep inside of her. The craving grew until thunder roared in her ears.

She tried to still her mind. To pray. To fight the chaotic, unbelievable burn that scorched her. That demanded. Craved. Flames seem to burn her skin and the material of the sheet actually hurt her skin. She had to stay still, but it was impossible. She needed, and he was right there. She couldn’t fight that terrible, desperate burn one second longer.

She turned, and crawled up his body. Crawled. She needed his body tight against hers so she could feel the throb of his cock against her mound. He reacted with a groan and his erection grew harder and thicker. Perfect. Just the feel of him there fed the fire burning between her legs and she kissed his chest, sliding her mouth over to his nipples and then down to his flat belly. She traced each rib with her tongue.

Her clothes hurt her skin and she reached with one hand to tear her tank from her body, pull it over her head and throw it away from her.

The itch rose, a terrible wave, but this time it was worse, igniting tiny flames in every nerve ending. Her sweats burned through her pores. “Get my sweats off. Oh, God. Hurry. You have to get them off.”

She heard the plea in her voice. She needed the material off of her, but she couldn’t stop tasting his skin. He was an addiction now, one she couldn’t give up, one she needed to survive.

“Kitten.” His voice was raw with need. “This isn’t a good idea.”

She could barely hear him with her blood roaring in her ears. She moved lower, shoving at his sweats, her fist wrapping around his cock while she dipped her head lower to run her tongue over that velvety smooth head. The moment her lips touched him and she drew the taste of him into her mouth she needed more. Much more.

One hand pushed at the material causing her actual pain, the other remained tight around his shaft, squeezing gently. His hand covered hers and he drew her hand up and then down, showing her without words what to do.

“Okay, baby, okay. We’ve got this,” he said softly, and his hands hooked into her sweat bottoms and pushed them off her body.

She kicked to get them free of her legs and he tugged them away. The relief was tremendous, but the craving for him worsened. “I need this, right now. I need this. Tell me what to do.”