She crawled forward, until she could lean even farther across him. Until she could reach the drawer and slide it open. Until she was straddling his chest instead of his hips. Until that white flash of satin was right there, nearly in his face.
He couldn’t not do it. He couldn’t possibly resist. He shifted down and kissed her, breathing in the sweet muskiness of her perfume.
Her thighs tightened around his face and she gasped. But she didn’t pull back. And that was all the invitation he needed.
He reached up and tore her panties free, and then, oh yes, he was in heaven.