Her knees gripped at his narrow hips, as if she could stop him from leaving her. Her free hand braced itself on the table behind her as his lips wandered along her throat, her head pulled back to expose every inch to him. She felt the soft hum of approval against the curve of her neck, his mouth hot against her flushed skin. She needed more. Craved it.  Ached  for him. It was ridiculous— to want him like this, so shamelessly. 