Those bottle-green eyes were heated and hooded. His nostrils flared a little. His hair sprinkled down over his forehead. Tentatively, I reached up to push it back, and he groaned. He wanted me. Not only did he want me, but I could feel the tension coiling inside him, the hunger he was keeping leashed. He wanted to devour me. And so he did. He kissed me, hard and deep, and then he was between my legs, his hand leaving to rid me of my shorts and panties.
