Stiles swallowed nervously, overwhelmed by the irresistible mixture of the scent of his own desire and the enticing scent of the arousal pouring out of her pores in waves as she stalked towards him slowly.
“Okay..” He murmured his assent, pupils blown wide.
She didn’t try to touch him yet, just braced her hands on the bed and leaned forward to kiss him. She’d been wanting to do that for ages, but their friendship … but now here he was, nude and wanting beneath her. Her breathing caught ragged in her throat.