At the touch of his fingers against her, a shiver raced down Lily's spine, uncontrollable, and her body responded to him, undulating toward him without a thought. Her fingers wrapped around him, warm and hard in her hand and she made a soft noise against his mouth. All her senses felt heightened, more sensitive to touch, the taste of him on her lips more obvious, the sound of his breathing and Lily pressed forward, kissing him harder and deeper, her breasts pressed to his chest.

It was good, everything about the moment was good, but she wanted more, too. More of him, more of his skin pressed to hers and she hooked her fingers in the waist of his boxers to tug them down gently. It was overwhelming in a way, the desire, the want, but she breathed out softly against his mouth and her eyes opened to look at him for just a moment. Steadying. Then she grinned again, her gaze tracing the curve of his mouth before she looked up to meet his eyes, her hand working all the while to pull away the second to last barrier between the two of them.