Mandy's hand kept the slow, tortuous pace, loving the sounds he made that told her just how much he loved her touch. His words sent her heart pounding in her chest, her stomach fluttering.
The love she felt for him was overwhelming, the need for him was maddening. "Tonight," she agreed. "But make love to me now," she pleaded.
"Whatever you need from me now, take it." She offered herself to him, wanting to assure him that she was his. She kissed him slowly, her lips moving against his, down his jaw and neck, teeth grazing the taut skin lightly as her hand still kept is slow, tantalizing pace.