She toyed with his hair again, appearing nonchalant, but her hips shifted under him, giving away the building tension inside. He kept his own off of her still, even though he was desperate for a little pressure. He’d been hard again as soon as she’d accepted his kiss in the doorway and having her under him — on his bed — was ratcheting his lust up tenfold. He wanted her delirious with lust, too, before he so much as laid a hand on her.