Moaning softly, I spread my knees for him, letting him settle between them. His hands slipped beneath the hem of my sweater and I shifted up, fumbling to tug the fabric over my head in the cramped space between sofa and coffee table.

My eyes followed him as he leaned over me to dig in the end table, and I craned my neck to press my lips to the center of his chest, hands framing his hips before he settled back down.

Heat flooding my face, I laughed hoarsely, saying, "Okay, okay," as I lifted my hips, even though I didn't really want him to stop.