The game she'd been playing ended when her back hit the door, and as quick as his mouth found hers as quick did her hands bypass everything to palm the rigid line of heat behind the seam of his blue jeans. The unambiguous evidence of his need drew a dark velvety moan from deep in her throat, and she yielded to the filthy mating thrusts of his tongue with in quest to date her own bellyknitting need.

"Neil," she panted her way through a happy, husky laugh, so delighted at the same moment as she thought she might die from anticipation. "I don't ... " another laugh at the electric jolt of slick heat coating her labia with his threat. She gave up trying to speak, made a quick gesture with her free hand and she was nude from her head to her feet.