"Careful," he warns, a sing-songy note to his voice. Once her clothes have fallen to the floor, he runs his hands back up her thighs, around to her ass again. "I respond badly to limits."

Not that she needs him to tell her that, not that anything besides a sudden apartment fire could possibly stop them.

Leaning in - what little he needs to - he presses a kiss to her belly, then stands. His jeans are proving more and more a hindrance, but before he reaches for them, he bends down to kiss her again. He wants her too much, wants to lose himself in her touch.