Even with the fireworks to come, she can't think of a better way to end the night. Because he's kissing her and touching her and she knows where all this will lead. And even though by now, they've done this so many times, it's still new. Every touch and every taste and every whisper. He was right about that.

Her head tilts to give him better access to her neck. Having her hair in the messy up-do means that there are only stray strands to get in the way and oh, her skin feels so sensitive and heated against his mouth. She shivers and slips a hand between their bodies, finding buttons to undo. The shirt has to go. Has to.