Rory moved away from her mouth and trailed his lips along her cheek, down her jawline, and started running his teeth over her pulse, right below her ear. “Take me right here Rory.” He groaned against her neck, and she let her head fall back, relaxed, aroused, as he slid his hands onto her shoulders and yanked her impossibly closer. And then he moved his hands down, between their bodies, and cupped both of her breasts, squeezing the mounds until she cried out in pleasure. It felt so good. Rory felt so good. “God, I fucking love you, baby.” “I love you, too,” she said against his mouth, wanting their clothes torn off already. Endorphins were moving through her bloodstream fast and fierce. Lena felt high from them, like she’d never touch the ground. When she slid her hands over his arms and felt the muscles jump at the same time he squeezed her breasts, everything rushed forward, exploding like fireworks inside of her. There was so much definition beneath his t-shirt that all she wanted to do was rip it off and memorize every inch of his chest, lick every hard line, hard ridge.
