“Oh shit sorry…” he murmured as he sat up a little, helping her pull her tee-shirt over her head.
“Fuck…” he groaned as he stared at her lace-covered breasts, then continued to lean forward to drop a few open mouthed kisses on the pale skin peeking from under her pink bra.
She shuddered under his mouth, dropping the shirt off the side of the bed. “Stiles, oh Stiles, please … please.” She slid her hands down his back, touching, caressing — he felt so good.