He pulled her mouth to his. He kissed her like a starving man, inelegant and all-consuming. His hands explored her body, running over every inch he could reach. He pressed her to him, hands in her hair, along her spine, pulling at her hips, her bottom. His palms learned the curve of her breasts, that pressure achingly intense. His fingertips brushed over her nipples, their hard, stiff points, returning again to learn them further, sending lightning bolts of need to her very core.