His grip on her arm grew tighter. "Oh, fuck it," he groaned, and let the sheet spill from him as he scooped her up in his powerful arms and held her against the heart that hammered wildly in his chest. He buried his face in her hair, knowing he should not do this in her inebriated state, but unable to deny himself or her any longer.
She brushed her temple against his lips, aching for the feel of them on hers. Then, slow and shy, she tilted her face up, chasing the memory of that heady, overwhelming kiss.
"Are you sure you want this?" he reiterated one last time, asking again felt useless at this point, because he wouldn't be able to bing himself to let her go now.
"Kiss me," she whispered. "Please… I liked it so much."
Control snapped. Her quiet, pleading need hit him like a blow, making his heart slam against his ribs. He lowered his parted lips to her warm and waiting ones.
