Everywhere Steve's hands touched her felt like fire was being left behind. She wanted more of it, in every possible place he could touch her, but this was important and they did deserve to savor the experience. This was going to be a first for the both of them in so many ways, it needed to be something really worth remembering.

The cardigan slid down her arms and she let go of Steve long enough to tug it the rest of the way, letting it join his shirt somewhere on the floor. The bare skin of her arms ached for his touch, for the warmth of those large hands, but she couldn't pull herself away from drinking in those kisses long enough to tell him so. But the quiet moan that escaped from her throat might just do the job for her.