Stealing his lips from mine, he reaches between us and takes my hand, one and then the other, pinning them against my mattress as he takes me in. His eyes are black, like lava, and scorching each place they land. “Christ, Ellie, you’re even more beautiful than I imagined. Are we sure we know what the hell we’re—” I yank one hand from him, cup the back of his head, and pull his lips to mine. We kiss like we’re starving as clothes start flying. His pants, then mine. When I remove my panties, he pulls away, his eyes still locked on mine. “Jesus, it just keeps getting better.”
