"Mmhmm," he answers, though he's distracted now because he's spotted something on her hip and yeah, that's another tattoo. He grazes his fingers over it, curious about it but not quite willing to ask her about it in the middle of all of this. "Eight seconds." When she kisses him again, he moves the hand on her hip up to her breast, teasing her nipple and gently biting down on her shoulder as he kicks his pants the rest of the way off, revealing more tattoos littered here and there over his legs, and uses his other hand to push his briefs down to join the pants so that he's completely bared to her. It takes a lot of self-control not to just rip her underwear off, he's that desperate to finally have nothing between them.

He pushes himself further down on the bed, kissing his way from her neck all the way back down to her thighs. He hooks his fingers through the band of her underwear and slowly pulls them down, his breath hitching as he finally gets them all the way off. This is what he's wanted for what feels like forever and already it's better than anything he could have imagined himself. He opens his mouth to say something but he finds himself pretty goddamn speechless. Instead, he hops off the bed and falls to his knees, grasping at her legs and letting them rest on his shoulders as he pulls her to the edge. The eight-second countdown continues but he needs this, wants so badly to taste her. He lowers his head, flicking his tongue at her clit before circling at her entrance.