She sets one foot on the quilt to bracket his hip with her thigh, pushing her knee out to give him room as his fingers tease and tantalize her, her breath catching as he sucks at her skin and jumpstarts every nerve in her body.

Her hips push up, rocking against his touch as pleasure washes through her in waves. She can't keep from wanting to touch him back, and slides her hand down over his hip, reaching between them to curl her fingers around him. Any intention she had of going slow is obliterated by the way he's touching her; she strokes over him with trembling fingers at a searing pace.