ARIA

It's not long before the kiss morphs into something hungrier and more desperate.

I throw my leg over his hip and my hand moves under his shirt. He has one hand in my hair and the other is fisting the waistband of my shorts. His hand is right there, nearly touching my ass. Excitement, raw and hungry, courses through me. I start moving against him, guided by instinct.

Pleasure courses through me, exploding all through me at the briefest of contacts. I suck in a breath when I feel how hard ...