She could feel that laugh all through her body, the vibrations moving across her skin and a soft groan escaped her as they moved, bodies shifting together, toward the bed. Before she could even open her eyes to see it, Lily felt Sawyer walk into the bed and then he was turning her, too quickly for her to resist -- not that she would have -- and a moment later she was laid out on the mattress, watching as he dropped his shirt to the ground, her gaze tracing the lines of his arms, his chest, his shoulders.

When he kissed her, both her hands pushed into his hair, holding him close to her. Her body pushed up, arching into his touch on her skin and she could feel how badly she wanted more than that, his skin pressed against hers, heated and flushed, too warm and yet exactly what she craved. Her hands slid down the back of his neck, the broad expanse of his back, until she reached the hem of his jeans where her fingers turned in, nails dragging lightly across his skin.

Then she was hooking her hands in the hem of her tank tops, pulling them up even as she nipped lightly at his lower lip. With a smile, she pulled away just enough to catch Sawyer's gaze, then tugged the fabric of her shirts over her head, her hair fanning out as she tossed them away.