He wondered if that shyness would ever change, or his reaction to her blushing at being forced to speak her wants aloud.
Derek's hands released her wrists, skimmed down her sides, brushing past her breasts to cradle her waist. He lowered his mouth to trail kisses against the side of her throat, marking the skin where her collar used to rest.
Without waiting for a response, he unfastened her jeans and slipped his hand inside, fingers searching for the source of her wetness.
"So wet for me," he murmured, approvingly. "So needy. Just for me."