In all her fantasies, she never imagined it could be this good. His hands move to her back and all capacity for rational thought evaporates. Goose bumps rise again, and he chases them up her spine into her hair, leaving her breathless, shivering with anticipation. Her eyes close, her lips part and she writhes gently, trying to get more of whatever the hell he's doing to her.

He's talking again, whispering in her ear, his voice like liquid honey poured directly on her brain. He's talking about dragging her into a closet and she catches his face between her palms again, pulls him into another deep and almost desperate kiss.

Next time, he might have to tie her up first, if he really wants to learn every inch of her without her interfering.