The second before their lips met, he looked at her, not bothering to hide the heat welling inside of him. She saw it in his eyes and the curve of his mouth. It radiated off him. Then she dropped her head and slipped into a blinding kiss. Let it pulse through her.

Those knowing hands slid over her, learning every curve. Fingers touched and caressed. Skimmed over her and landed on her jeans. She expected him to unbutton them but he didn’t. His hand traveled lower, against the seam. She felt the touch through the fabric to her underwear.

That finger moved. Back and forth over her. The layers of clothing didn’t matter. She felt him, every pressure and every push.

Her head dropped forward and her hair brushed against his chest. “Connor.”

“Close your eyes and feel.”

She rested her forehead against his cheek and gave in to the rhythm. Shifted her hips back and forth. The touch was both too much and too little. The friction of the material over her softness had her insides clenching.

On instinct she tried to open her legs even further, give him room. And when the pressure rubbed the cotton against her already sensitive skin, she let out a gasp.

She turned her head until her mouth rested against his chin. The scruff teased her lips. “Please touch me.”

“I am.”

Her breath hiccupped in her throat. She had to drag in air before she could cough out a word. “Inside.”

“Show me.” He pressed his mouth just under her ear. Against that soft patch of skin and all those nerve endings that jumped at the contact.

Energy pounded her. She shifted with her hands moving and mind turning to mush. The slide of the zipper ripped through the room. Then she had her jeans open. Her breath rushed through her. The pumping need had her scrambling for his hands and those knowing fingers.

She plunged his palm into the open space between her zipper and her underwear. “Please.”

That’s all it took. His finger slid under the elastic band of her tiny bikini bottoms. Slid over her, then into her. She tried to gulp in air at the contact but her body refused to obey.

She crushed her body against his, plunging his finger deeper. When that didn’t give her what she needed, she lifted up and pushed down hard again. A second finger joined the first. While she wiggled and shifted on top of him, searching for the perfect amount of pressure, he pushed his fingers in and out.

She heard a humming sound and realized it came from her. That her body craved this from him.

Need spiraled inside of her and every muscle tightened in anticipation. She squeezed against his fingers and pressed her thighs into his sides. Nothing relieved the pressure. It built and heated until she threw her head back and pushed down hard against him.

“Maddie.”