In a whirlwind of flying pants and underwear, he’d whipped their clothes off until they knelt naked in the middle of one cleared bed. “Stella. Stella,” he whispered as his mouth slid down the side of her neck to the hollow of her throat. He was so hot to the touch, like a fever burned just beneath his skin. A fever that traveled across her skin, too. He’d wrapped one arm around her waist like a steel band, keeping her crotch pressed against the long, hard length of his burning erection. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.” “Do you want to stop?” she asked, even though she was fairly certain of his answer. His grasp tightened around her waist. “Too late.” Her head fell back and her hair brushed her bare behind. She was anxious for more and excited for what was next and completely tuned in to what he did to her. One of his big hands cupped her right breast as his thumb brushed her nipple.
