He heard her utter his name in pleasure and thought that there was nothing else he would rather hear, except to hear it again. That would have to be arranged. It made his heart beat quicker in a way that even her perky chest against his had not managed.
There was no complaint when she let go of his hand, even though his hand felt uncomfortably cold and bereft without hers to hold. He quickly forgot the feeling when her purpose became clear. His hands moved to help pull his last shirt off while his tongue tangled with hers. Only when he had to peal the shirt off over his head did he regretfully pull his mouth away from hers. Once again he was gasping for air as if he had just climbed several hundred feet up the mountain. There was no way to toss his shirt away fast enough.
With his hands free, he brought them up to where he had been longing to touch ever since she had taken her shirts off. His hands started around her narrow waist, feeling the silken smoothness of her skin over the hardness of her well toned stomach and musculature. As his hands moved up the planes of her abs to encircle her ribs, he recaptured her lips in his own with a groan of pleasure.
Finally, after counting his way up her ribs, his hands were underneath the curve of her breasts. He ran his thumb along where the fullness of her met her ribs, longing to go higher but holding off for now. He knew that it was better if he waited, because he needed to tease her a bit more. He wanted to hear her say his name again.