"I think I'll-" he started to say, and then it bled into a low groan as he arched up against her. None of this felt strange. It felt like the most natural thing in the world. He tangled one of his hands in her hair and pulled her for for another kiss, and this time he gave into an even rougher instinct and bit down gently on her lower lip.

He wondered if she might not like that. But only a little.

His other hand was moving again, sliding up under the back of her shirt, her skin so smooth and warm under his rough palm.