She is molten honey beneath his fingertips. Every touch, every nip, every breath, ripples through her body, a shivering gasp on her lips as he fondles her. She hadn't meant to torment him, only to paint his skin with sensation, greedy fingers exploring, cataloguing the intensity of his hunger. And now, there's no way in hell they're going to make it to the bed the first time.

She opens to him, sitting back onto the desk with one hand around his neck, oblivious to the toppling stacks of books and papers. Her calves and heels stroke along the outside of his legs as she guides him closer to what he wants.

"Show me, she breathes against his lips, capturing his mouth again in a searing kiss.