Jonathan smiled, and bent to unfasten his shoes. His fingers trembled with excitement as he fought the knots and then slid his shoes off. Socks followed. Rising, he unfastened his shirt and let it slide off his shoulders and down his arms. Goosebumps raced across his chest, puckered his nipples as the shirt slid to the floor. It felt odd to have a woman watch him strip, and when he'd let the shirt go, he couldn't just stand there. Three steps and he was in front of her again. An instant later, he had her in his arms.

"You're a great tease, you know that?"

"Yeah," she murmured before her lips found his. The kiss was more urgent this time, as if both of them were desperate to excite the other. Jonathan slid his hands around her and found the hem of her top. Deftly, he slid beneath it, and found warm flesh. She sighed into his mouth, which encouraged him to continue, but ever so carefully.

Pulling his lips from hers, he eased back a little, just enough to slip her top up and over her head. He had the chance then to watch her breasts bounce as he pulled the top past her face and up her arms. Her nipples tensed in the sudden chill, and his mouth watered. The extra jiggle she gave, added to his lust. When her hands dropped to his shoulders, his mouth dropped to her chest. Crinkled, hot, he was in heaven as his lips gripped and tugged at the taut nub. Her sigh into his mouth.

She forced her hands between them and found his belt. When that was unbuckled and set aside, the button and fly were next. A zip and the pressure of his jeans against his hard-on lessened. A tug and they slid downward. Goosebumps raced up his back.

With just the gentlest of nudges, he had the back of her knees against the bed. It took next to no effort to lower them both onto the white cotton sheet. Her pants came off in a rush. His joined them, as did the gray boxers. His skin tingled. Her touch soothed the infuriating itch as she stroked him: his back, his sides and finally his ass, which she gripped firmly and pulled him hard against her.

He grasped her hips, rolling them, so she lay on top of him. He wanted access, and by the smile she gave him, she wanted control. Sitting up, she posed. Saucily, deliciously wanton, she arched her back and thrust her breasts toward him.

"Cheeky woman," he murmured...