This is what I want, Damien, I want you. Body, heart, mind and soul.

Her eyes locked with his and she sat up, her fingers dancing gently along his face before she leaned in, pressing her lips against his and sliding her hand under his shirt. Sadly, she had to break the kiss in order to pull his shirt off but it was worth it. Her fingers danced along the ridges of his muscles, trailing down his firm stomach before hooking on the top of his jeans. Her cheeks turned red and she looked away, hoping he was honestly okay with her being innocent.