Hype groaned softly in pleasure against her mouth as she nipped his lip. That was such a turn on for him, and he couldn't help gripping her sides a little more firmly, tugging her against him in a very needy way. He wanted more, and it was obvious she did as well, and there was no way in hell he was holding back now.
Her insistence was heady, and he slipped his hand from under her jacket and made quick work of unzipping it, pushing it off her shoulders and down her arms. And then he went to his shirt, tugging it up and off in one quick motion, anticipation curling low in his belly, especially with her hand so close to his crotch. "You're wearing too much, Zahara," he breathed, hooking his fingers in the front of her jeans so he could work them open. It took a bit of balancing, but as he undid her jeans, he toed out of his shoes. He couldn't wait to see what she was wearing under those jeans, if she was wearing anything at all.