Yielded and molded against his body, gripped his shoulder as his arm wrapped around the small of her back and pinned her to him. His mouth covered hers hungrily, each passionate probe of his tongue sending fresh shivers through her. Any question of what the past few days with her had done to him was answered then, the way he held her firmly, consumed her mouth, each touch making her feel like he never intended to let her go. Her back hit the bed, the mattress bouncing beneath her. He was already working her T-shirt up and off her head to hang on her arm as his did, the cuffs preventing full removal. His mouth was on her throat, her chin, teeth grazing and nipping at her skin. She gasped and arched, mumbled his name, her free hand working between them to tear at his belt, push open and down his jeans. Before she could reach him, to feel him fully against her palm, he grasped her free hand and thrust it over her head, pinning her down and holding her in place. Eyes on hers, then on her cheeks, her lips, taking in her whole face, heavy breaths heaving his chest and a tremble in his jaw.
