"Magic," George murmured, pressing one knee between her thighs and freeing a hand to work the tricky clasp of her bra open. It gave, finally, and the offending thing parted, offering up her breasts, and he moved to kiss at them, one after the other, licking one nipple into his mouth.
Gods, he was hard... Hungry... His jeans were tight, and he pressed against her thigh. "Want you," he rasped, and lifted his head so that he could look into her eyes. There was only one of her now, and all he could think of was being inside her.