"I'm going to remind you that you've given me permission," he tells her. "Should I call my entire contact list right now? Just leave a bunch of messages? Right in the throes of passion, maybe, I'm sure they'll all love that." Actually, the thought makes him laugh, and he drops his forehead against her shoulder, trying to keep it together. "Oh, man, I'm losing it. Send help."

The kiss helps. He moans softly into it and at her hand on his hip, lets his fingers briefly tease at her clit before working his hand back up to cup her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple. "I did ask you out," he replies, breathless, and wraps his free arm around her waist, tugging at her body, trying to get her on top of him. He can feel his cock hardening again and if he gives himself a mental pat on the back because fuck yes, stamina, then whatever. He thinks he's gone long enough without sex before this to deserve it. "I'm just glad nobody else got a chance first."