'Score....'
That was the only thought pounding through Steve's head as his mouth devoured hers, their breaths mingling in a feverish rhythm.
She was still looking at him. Even now—eyes open, locked on his, filled with something hot and unguarded. It was maddening.
One of his hands had already claimed her ass, fingers sinking into the lush fullness of it, kneading her as if to memorize every curve, every soft contour that pulsed beneath his palm.
Her body arched into his, supple and eager, her breasts pressing into his chest—so warm, so dangerously soft that he nearly groaned at the contact.
His other hand slid down with purpose, trailing along the smooth curve of her thigh before hooking beneath it. Slowly, he lifted her leg up to his side, opening her to him, baring heat that radiated through the thin barrier of her clothing.
She gasped—a trembling, breathy sound that sent a bolt of desire lancing through his core.
