Her eyes fell shut when he pulled her close, shivering at the way he gripped her and held her close and tight. Safe. Safe and wanted, and she poured that back into the kiss, fingers closing on his arms. Somehow she managed to sustain the kiss while she writhed until she could get a hand to the button of his jeans, fingertips curling on the waistband.
Trembling with anticipation and lust as her fingers ghosted across his torso and then moved down to trace his waistband, he eagerly nodded his permission and lifted up his hips. Whimpering and tangling their tongues together, he longed for more, but for how much, he couldn’t be certain. He just knew that he trusted her and felt comfortable with her.
“Shhh,” she breathed, drawing away from his mouth slowly. It took more brain than she had while he was kissing her to unbutton his pants. One hand planted in the curve of his hip, pinning him down while she worked at the zipper. She paused there to lay kisses along the curves of his muscles, flicking her tongue at his belly button.