Time seemed to stop when her lips touched his.  In that moment, all she was aware of was him.  She knew his touch... she knew his kiss... and as she kissed him she slid her hands under his shirt, finding the sensitive places that made him moan against her lips.  He gathered her into his arms, lifting her effortlessly, and carried her to the sofa, where he laid her down and pulled back only to take off his clothes.  She watched him, her breath catching in her throat as he stood naked before her and then he was kissing her again.  She whimpered against his lips, urging him closer, needing him.