She bit her lip. "This is insane."
"Probably."
"We shouldn't—"
"Definitely not."
"But—"
He kissed her again. Softer this time. Slower.
She melted into it.
His hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers threading through his hair.
They stumbled toward the bed. He was careful this time, checking her face for any sign of hesitation.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"No. But I'm doing it anyway."
They fell onto the bed together. His jacket hit the floor. Her fingers worked at his tie, actually managing to undo it this time.
He captured her hands. "Wait."
"What?"
"Have you done this before?"
She shook her head.
Understanding crossed his features. Something shifted in his expression—desire mixing with tenderness and a hint of fear.
"I want this," she said firmly. "I want you."
He nodded, but she saw the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands trembled slightly.
