The warmth of his hand as it covers her breast is enough to make her melt against him, her fingers trailing up his arm before her palm touches the top of his hand, encouraging that touch as she moans against his mouth.

Everything about him feels wonderful. She can't remember anything feeling better than this does, even if the towel between their bodies has begun to seem like a wall. Still, the press of his growing hardness against her sets her senses alight, even like this, eroding at her restraint and galvanizing her courage.

Her thighs tighten against his hips, pressing insistently while her hands rove down his body, across his chest and lower along his sides and over the contours of his hips, a shiver moving through her as she feels the way the line of his body urges her down, compelling her to rock her hips, shifting against the restrained outline of his cock with another whimper.