"Rush," she says quietly.
I step forward and take her face in my hands, tilt her head back.
"I need you," I say.
"I know."
I kiss her and it's not gentle. It's hungry and desperate.
My hands slide into her hair and I pull her closer. She makes a sound against my mouth and it breaks something in me.
I back her against the wall and kiss her harder. My hands are everywhere.
Her neck, her waist, the curve of her hip.
She pulls at my cut and I shrug it off, letting it fall to the floor.
Then her hands are on my shirt, pulling it over my head.
I do the same with hers, pull it off and drop it.
She's wearing a black bra and her skin is flushed. Her breathing is already uneven.
"You're beautiful," I say.
"You're overdressed."
I smile despite the tension coiled in my chest. "We can fix that."
I reach behind her and unhook her bra, slide it off her shoulders.
Her breasts are perfect, nipples already hard. I lean down to take one in my mouth.
She gasps and her hands go to my hair, holding me there.
I suck hard enough to make her moan, then switch to the other side.
My hand slides down her stomach to the button of her jeans.
"These need to come off," I say against her skin.
"Then take them off."
I undo the button and zipper, hook my fingers in the waistband and pull them down along with her underwear.
She steps out of them and stands there completely naked.
I take a second to just look at her, memorize every line, every curve.
"Your turn," she says.
I strip off my jeans and boxer briefs. My cock is already hard and aching.
Her eyes drop and I watch her reaction.
"Jesus," she breathes.
"Too much?"