DANNY'S FINGERS SQUEEZE AROUND my biceps. Mine leave her breasts and glide down past her waist, so I can run my hands beneath her T-shirt and glide my palms over her skin. I can't get enough of the feel of her. I pull her closer so my erection hits her belly. She moans into my mouth and I growl back into hers.

Her hands move up until her fingers tangle in my hair. She pulls her lips away as she pulls me back by the hair. "The sofa," she whispers. Our lips are almost touching, ...