She pulled at his hair, his shoulders, nuzzled at his temple until he realised what she wanted and lifted his face from her throat. His fringe fell forward and tickled her forehead, and his grey eyes were molten, luminous. She sought his smirking mouth, her eyes sliding shut as his tongue slipped between her parted lips, sending a jot of arousal straight through her down to her aching clit, making her flesh twitch and wetness damp her knickers. She wanted to tear her clothes off and latch herself to him, feel the smooth, hard planes of his chest, the raised, swirling scars on his abdomen, the wiry, corded feel of the muscles in his arms, and – she slipped her hand down between their bodies and rubbed him firmly through his trousers – and the hard, thick length of his cock, guiding it into her...