Anne arched into his hands, her nipples hardening under his fingertips. Biting her bottom lip, her next breath came out shaky and she shifted so she was straddling him. She helped him sit up so she could tug his shirt over his head.
Flattening her body against his, she pressed her lips against his collarbone, his chest, his shoulder and then rested her head there. "I love you," she whispered, no longer worried about hiding it.
Her hips rocked into his and she moaned when she managed to rub herself against him just right.