The very word sent a shot of desire through him that he could not contain. The moment was so unbelievable, so overwhelming, that he was terrified he would come before she even got his trousers off. And that thought reminded him that she was going to take his trousers off...
Faelan laid Padma back on the bed, falling on top of her as she used her legs to pull him with her. All he could do was hold on, rocking mindlessly against her and kissing her over and over again. As soon as he stopped, he might have to say something - do something - and as desperately as he wanted her, he didn't know how...
It was all completely new. She arched beneath him, and he felt her hips slide up above the waistband of his jeans. Wiry hair scratched against his stomach, and he felt wetness in the midst of it, making his erection strain ever harder for release.
"Padma..." He didn't know what he wanted to say, but was begging nonetheless. He wanted her, wanted her to help him, wanted her to touch him, wanted to know how and where to please her...