“Mmm not once you’d touched me,” he agrees lowly, kissing her neck and working his thigh against her beautiful arching . “But I wanted to kiss you for weeks. Touched myself to thoughts of you after we had. I can be very patient.”

But she tugs him to her with that lead of gems, teeth scraping his lips and he whimpers against her, sound only getting more choked at that beautiful threat.

“So you want to hear me beg,” he gasps, barely recovering his voice before he kisses against her jaw, pulling her tight to him so he can lift her and switch their positions, settling her farther up his thigh. His pants are getting taut with his wanting, and he isn’t gentle with massaging her breast over her shirt, nipping at her neck. He remembers that day she rocked against him, breathless and desperate, and that’s what he has in mind.