“Will this hold?” she asked when he rose to pull her bra from her arms.
Driving his fingers into her hair, he groaned and sank his lips onto hers. His answers didn’t come in the form of words. His urgency answered for him. Maybe he didn’t care whether or not the table would hold. Maybe he knew it would. Maybe he had experience. Maybe he’d done this before. Right now, she didn’t care. She wouldn’t let herself think about other women or other experiences he might have had with them. This was their moment. Their first moment of giving in to what had been building between them since that night in the parking lot.
For a split second she worried he was too much for her, that he would overwhelm her because he was too overbearing, too powerful. He knew what he wanted. He told her what he wanted.
