"Yes." It was the first word Will had uttered since he'd set foot inside, and it came out in an urgent hiss. Her back arched up towards him, her arm hooked around to pull him closer, as though intent on gorging herself on his touch, and her hunger called out to his own.
The condom had been in his jeans pocket. Bollocks! Foiled by clothes again! He pulled away again, this time taking the opportunity to take her in, dragging his hands down her body, her shoulders, her breasts, her hips, just rough enough for her to feel the pressure on her skin, sense the want behind it. God, she was beautiful. No photo could ever do her justice.
He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside before making a blind grab for the jeans, retrieving the foil packet and ripping it open with his teeth.