Freya's Pov
Dane kissed me like he'd been waiting forever for it.
His hands moved all over me, getting tangled in my hair, running down my sides, holding my hips tight. All the wanting from the last three days came out in every touch, every time his lips pressed against mine.
I kissed him back just as hard, my hands slipping under his shirt because I needed to feel his skin.
He stopped for a second to pull his shirt off over his head. Then he grabbed the bottom of mine. "Take this off."
I helped him, and suddenly we were skin against skin. But it still felt like not enough.
"More," I whispered into his mouth. "I need more."
"I get it, baby. I do." His hands went to my pants, undoing the button quickly. "Lift your hips."
I did, and he pulled them down with my underwear in one go. T
