It slams shut behind us when my toes eagerly hook the edge and shove it closed. I'm laughing, breathless as he lays me on the bed, body hovering over me. I release him long enough to run my fingers through his hair, to stroke his cheeks in a sudden lull of passion. I just want to look at him, admire his beauty.

And then he kisses me and the lull surges into need so powerful I feel an animal rising inside me.

My feet hook his waistband and shove his jeans from his hips, ...