Her answer fell somewhere between a moan and an incoherent yes, trailing off into a greedy whimper as her hips bucked into his with equal need. Her hands had unlaced from behind his neck at the first tease of penetration to scratch short, manicured nails over his shoulders. When he pushed deeper and she felt the desperate thrill of fullness, rubbing and stretched and warm, her hands had abruptly shifted to tangle in his hair roughly to keep him against her.
It was amazing, she thought vaguely. She had not realized exactly how badly his effect had been, how achingly her body wanted his fitted to hers. Now that the teasing was over, though, and Shae made his demand...
Kami made a sound low in the back of her throat, hungry and warning. Suddenly, she forced his head back and once more stole kisses from his mouth. There was very little gentleness left in them and she arched her hips without thinking as she tasted him. Her tongue slid deep and claiming, her hands moving to trace busy little patterns over his shoulders and chest.
Then, with a heated whimper, she broke the kiss and moved to push at his chest. Her hands fumbled now in her haste and he could not tell if she were deliberately trying to trace his tattoos or if it was just a maddening coincidence. Luckily, though, he barely had time to wonder as she delivered another shove, accompanied by a dark growl. "Down," she hissed. "On your back, Shae. Please. I need you." She gave her hips another roll towards his, his length sliding hot in the tight clutch of her pussy, as if it was necessary to prove the point.