Brenton takes full advantage of the offer he is being given. He draws a hand up from her waist to her hair, fingers curling into it and holding her in place. He breaks from her mouth only long enough to adjust their positions before lunging back in.
He is so warm against her, his lips, his chest where she is crushed to him, his hand on her ribs, arm wrapped around her back, other hand holding in her hair. She isn't cold by any means but the heat he gives off sends a chill up her spine anyway.
Carefully, he backs them up, tiny little steps that don't manage to disrupt their kiss. Everytime he draws away even a fraction, she follows, helpless against her own body's draw to stay as close to him as he will allow.
The back of Brenton's legs hit the bed and he falls back, sitting on it with
