If there was any reason that Nora shouldn't let Brian kiss her, she couldn't bother to try and think of it. She was too busy letting him- it was delicious. He held her so close that she thought he'd completely absorb her and maybe that was what he was trying to do.
Brian's shirt was the first thing that went, dropping to the floor at their feet and revealing all those wonderful muscles she'd been aching to get her hands on. Brian moved quickly, afraid that something could or would happen, something that would stop what was happening.
Nora felt Brian fumbling at her shirt buttons, his lips never leaving hers. Where did this come from? This pent up desire and what had triggered it? Could it be she wasn't the only one loosing sleep at night? Whatever the case, she didn't care, the moment
