His eyes roll back into his head when she finds his throat, hips arching to grind himself against her with an aroused curse. His fingers quickly forget their exploration under her shirt as his hands move firmly to her hips, pulling her on top of him as he rolls completely to his back.

It gives both his hands better access, and they waste no time in snaking back under her shirt. His throat vibrates under her lips with a soft growl. "Not pulling any punches, are you?"