Yes. Stevie had finally said yes. Clay reclaimed her mouth and, grabbing her butt again, supported her weight with one hand as he locked the door with the other. His blood burned and he could feel the start of an orgasm twitching at the base of his spine. Goddammit, not yet. Bed. He needed her in a bed. Luckily he had one, just a few steps away. Going down on one knee, her lowered her to the mattress, shoving her T-shirt up and wrestling with the front clasp on her bra as he wedged himself between her thighs. She pushed his hands away, released the clasp, and pulled the bra and T-shirt over her head, tossing them to the bed beside them. Then she surprised him by taking off his shirt as well, dropping it on top of hers. For long seconds he hung there, staring down. Looking his fill after only imagining for so long. She was delicately made. Perfectly made. He dropped his head, drawing one dusky nipple into his mouth and he sucked long and deep.
