“I want to feel you,” she whispers, pulling my shirt from my waistband and sliding her hands up my chest, just like I knew she was desperate to. Her touch makes me shudder, makes me hungry for more. I pull my sweater over my head and her fingers fumble for my hem of my shirt. I take her face in my hands, deepening our kiss with every breath. I wonder if I’m being too rough. I haven’t shaved for a couple of days.

I pull back.

“Don’t stop,” she says.

“Your face is red,” I say, reaching out with my thumb. “My beard is⁠—”

“I like it. It feels good.” Her voice is a breathy whisper.

Blood races to my cock so fast I’m light-headed.

“I want to kiss you everywhere,” I choke out.

She takes a half step back and pulls her shirt over her head. “I want that too.”

Her bra is plain white. I can’t pull my gaze away from the way her breasts push up over the edge, begging to be set free.

My breathing is frantic and I don’t know where to start. My mind is whirring. I want everything to slow down so I can think for a minute. I take a breath, turn back to the stove and shut off the heat.

When I turn back, her eyes are filled with confusion.

She needs to know I want her. I definitely want her. I can’t remember wanting anything more.

She starts to say something, but I don’t give her a chance before scooping her up and striding into the bedroom.

Something switches in me, and I’m filled with the clarity of knowing exactly what I should be doing right now. I lay her back on the mattress and inch down her sweats. Pressing a semicircle of kisses from one hip bone to the other, I revel in her softness, her sweet scent, her fingers in my hair. She writhes underneath me and I have to hold her at the waist to keep her still.

So soft. So sweet. So needy.

I pull her waistband down a little lower and my lips follow. I’m teasing, but I want to draw this out. I want her to be crazy for me by the time I taste her.

I take off the rest of my clothes and crawl over her. My erection is hard against my stomach. I settle between her thighs, my hardness pressing against her leg. It’s all for her, but she can’t have it. Not yet.

I dip, pulling her nipple into my mouth, flicking and licking before slowly tightening my teeth and biting.

She arches her back on a scream and digs her fingernails into my shoulder. I swirl my tongue, giving comfort, while I take the other nipple between my fingers and squeeze.

Her knees come up either side of me as she groans.

“Feels good, huh?”