It's been so long since I've been touched like this, and I spent so much time convincing myself that I didn't need it. That's all gone out the window now that Bittle is on top of me, rolling his hips against mine. I need it. I need him, and I let out a broken sort of moan as he touches me.

"It's happening," I rasp out, reaching up to slide my hands down his sides and then down into the back of his underwear, cupping his ass with both hands and pulling him down more tightly against me. I use my thighs to grip his hips and roll us over so that I'm top of him, pinning him to the bed, and my eyes are dark as I look down at him. I flatten one hand against his hip, fingertips sliding into the waistband of his underwear. "Can I take these off? Is that okay?"