[ for a second, all he can do is kiss her, so overwhelmed with want and desire and out of his mind with it knowing she was in his bed, in his shirt and she'd done that just to try and get a rise out of him.
she'd succeeded. he deepens their kiss, trying to say thank you or show his appreciation or he doesn't even know. he just likes kissing her, he likes being close to her, he likes her. it's that simple.
when one of her hands skims over his shoulder, he reaches back for it, lacing his fingers with hers and pressing it down onto the bed. when he pulls back to take a breath, he keeps kissing her, lips finding her cheek and the line of her jaw, her temple, her ear, until he breathes out and blinks down at her. ]
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she'd succeeded. he deepens their kiss, trying to say thank you or show his appreciation or he doesn't even know. he just likes kissing her, he likes being close to her, he likes her. it's that simple.
when one of her hands skims over his shoulder, he reaches back for it, lacing his fingers with hers and pressing it down onto the bed. when he pulls back to take a breath, he keeps kissing her, lips finding her cheek and the line of her jaw, her temple, her ear, until he breathes out and blinks down at her. ]
I think you might have to keep this shirt.