He whimpered, low, in the back of his throat, and even the sound of his own voice made him yearn harder to touch her. When he stepped even closer and ran his tongue up her neck, it was every bit as fulfilling as the agonising seconds leading up to it had promised it would be. And the second his mouth left her neck, the fulfillment was gone, that spark of anger at her was back.
Yet his hands had slid around her back to find her zip, and as he slowly pulled it down, he felt like he was the one unravelling.