As he fumbled, she ran her hands over his body. There was so much skin to explore, so much she wanted to kiss and to touch. Their bodies never moved more than an inch apart, warmth radiating from bare skin to warm the other. Her free hand slipped between them to touch herself while he got ready, keeping her pleasure up. And then--then they were together. Kate's back arched and her mouth opened to him, feeling him slip inside her. This was what she'd been begging him for. Her toes curled.
One of her hands tangled in his hair as she tipped her hips toward him, encouraging his movement. This wasn't enough. Now that she had this, she wanted more.