Okay, keep it cool, David. Just keep it cool... No thought didn't work, not for David Zimmerman, anyway. But he was trying his damnedest.
Trying to keep his breath even when she wound her arms around him and settled with her legs on either side of his body wasn't easy, either. Managing somehow, he let his hands settle on her waist, hips unwittingly arching upward a little bit against hers. Even through layers of clothing, the friction was enough to drive him mad.
He opened his eyes and looked at her, a half-nervous half-sure smile on his face. He wasn't a leader. He'd never been a leader. And that was the question in his eyes when he looked at her. Do you want to lead? Or should I?