Her lips were on his before he could even process the moment, soft and insistent, her breath warm against his skin. The kiss started slow, a gentle press of her mouth to his, but it didn’t stay that way for long. Her hands slid up his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. His own hands found her waist, gripping her hips as she deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping past his lips with a soft mmmnpfh that sent a shiver down his spine.

She pulled back just enough to whisper, “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” her voice low and husky, before diving back in, her lips moving against his with a hunger that made his head spin. Her breasts pressed against his chest, heavy and full, the weight of them impossible to ignore even through their clothes. He could feel the way they shifted with every movement, the way they seemed to demand attention, and he wasn’t about to deny them.