she said. “Yes, I know. Screw it! I want you now. So kiss me.” Stan kissed her. With her fingers wrapped tightly around him and her tongue in his mouth, with her breast in one hand while his other held her close, he was having trouble remembering his own name, let alone the myriad of reasons he had for trying to slow her down. Teri was okay with this. She’d made that more than clear. She was smiling, she was laughing. She wanted him. Now. As if she could read his mind, as if to prove the point, she took his hand from her breast and brought it between her legs. It was the kind of invitation he didn’t need repeated. He touched her, lightly at first, then more deeply, more intimately. She was smooth and soft and utterly female. She was also wet and hot. For him. Because she wanted him. Now. She pulled him toward the bed and he hit the mattress with the backs of his legs.
