He peeled off his shirt slowly, eyes never leaving mine, and leaned in to kiss me again, deeper this time, and hungrier. My breath caught in my throat. I was trembling, not from fear, but from the ache that had been building between us for so long.
Then, without a word, he hooked his fingers around the waistband of my panties and slid them down my thighs. The cool air kissed my skin, but his heat was all I felt.
My heart thundered in my chest. God, I wanted him. Too much.
His lips crashed into mine again, rough and claiming, and then I gasped, my eyes flying open when I felt the sudden pressure of his fingers sliding inside me.
“F–uck,” I moaned, clinging to his shoulders.
He swallowed my cries with another kiss, his fingers moving at a slow, rhythmic pace, stretching and teasing me w
