Terence's lips against her skin, the sharpness of his teeth were more than enough to bring a soft moan from Melinda's lips. Her fingers buried themselves in his hair, tangling in the long brown locks. She could feel her skin warm as his touch sent every nerve ablaze with his touch. Her eyes closed, enjoying that feeling, his attention.
At least, until his fingers found her.
Melinda drew in a sharp breath as he touched her, her legs trembling just a little under the press of those long fingers. Slowly, her hips began rocking against his touch, wanting more. She wanted to rid herself of her pants, her hips swaying just a little to try and push them down her own hips, but they held his hand so firmly against her, she couldn't really complain.