The kiss seemed to light that fire in Will's gut again. He returned it, his arms tightening for a moment around her before he let go of her hands, letting his hands plane up the flat of her belly, to cover her breasts.
Jerking back at the bite, he looked at her. Keeping his gaze on her, face intent, Will turned Lisbeth around, starting to open and pull down her jeans.
She met his eyes dead on, close and unblinking, hands fumbling to help get her pants off and kicking them to the side. Underwear too, until she was standing in front of him with nothing at all.
His hands in the air by his head, Will let Lisbeth do it; when his jeans fell down around his ankles, he kicked them off, and his shoes too, bending down to pull off his socks.
When he righted himself, he looked at her again before lunging forward to kiss her again, hands cupping her face.
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He wanted her, too.
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His pants next.
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When he righted himself, he looked at her again before lunging forward to kiss her again, hands cupping her face.
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