Her hands scrambled for the enclosure on his trousers, snapping open buttons, yanking down zippers, not stopping until the full length of him was in her hand. The touch was instant and electrifying, and he couldn’t bite back a groan; she broke off the kiss abruptly, smiling, and flexed once, dragging the fabric of her knickers against him. Even with the soft cotton barrier, he could feel the dampness behind them. The friction was maddening. 