He made a rumbly kind of noise in the back of his throat, and she did it again and again until her tongue was swiping along his entire bottom lip, until he groaned and a hand slid into her hair and his mouth parted.

They were truly kissing now, tentatively at first and then not at all tentatively as he deepened the kiss, his hand sliding onto her hip, hitching her close, their bodies bumping deliciously together, his hand sliding to the small of her back, locking them in place.

A momentary slither of clarity had her mouth breaking away slightly, the pant of her breath mingling with the pant of his. “Does it hurt?”

His rough “Hell no” was all the encouragement she needed to go back for more, one arm sliding around his neck, the other hand fisting in his shirt.

Things went wild and hazy then, his mouth devouring hers, hard and demanding, his tongue licking along her lips and into her mouth, thrusting and seeking and devouring. “God, you taste good,” he said on a groan, his lips the merest of a fraction away from hers. “I want to taste all of you.”

Then he was kissing her again, so deep and so good and pressed against her so close and so tight that Suzanne was barely conscious of him turning her and lifting her onto the bench. Her knees spread automatically to admit him closer, and his hands found her ass and hitched her forward. The bench was just the right height, bringing the heat and tingling between her legs flush against the heat and hardness between his. It felt electric, arcing and sizzling, tearing a gasp from her throat and a groan from his.

“Fuck,” he whispered as their lips broke apart and they held, panting together, suspended in the moment for a beat or two before Suzanne ground against him.

“Yes please,” she said, her voice low and urgent.

Grady groaned again, his lips sliding kisses to her jaw and down her neck and along her collarbone and to the swell of her cleavage as she rode the hard ridge of his erection, the sensation both soothing and stoking the roaring ache between her legs.

The tip of his tongue licked along the edge of the V neckline before his lips traveled to the hard point of her nipple pressing against the T-shirt and sucked into his mouth. Even with the barrier of fabric, it was a jolt through her system, and Suzanne cried out, her hand finding the back of his head and holding tight.

He broke free, lifting his head, and said, “Off.” His eyes hot green pools as he glared in frustration at her shirt. “I need to see you.”