God, what if this was too fast? What if he thought she was a... When had he ever been unkind to her? She told herself to stop it, to stop trying to find all the ways that this could end up badly just because it always did before and try, just try, just hope for something better this time. His mouth... His mouth was gentle, not demanding, but achingly sweet, and it made it easier not to be so worried. She ran her fingers through his hair and bit back a far too eager sound when he kissed her neck. It was like he knew exactly where to...
She should ask. She should just be sure that he was all right with this, that this was okay, that he wouldn't think she... His fingers were trailing up her thigh and her back arched. Hell with it.
"Matt, I need you," she told him. She managed not to sound too strangled, managed not to keen the words, and she had a sense of pride about the accomplishment. But the next second she shuddered from the effort of trying to maintain some level of dignity. She struggled with the desperation eating her alive. "Please." And that last bit.... that wasn't restrained at all.