"I just want to ride you, nice and easy," she whispers, against his jaw. She gets like this, he knows. Like he's the best drug in the world and she just wants to lose herself in him.

She guides his other hand around her, wanting to be held. Her hips begin that slow circle, dancing gentle and slow against him, honey slick and hot. That wild energy coils through her like licks of flame, wanting to make him burn for her all over again.