His heart was beating hard the second her shirt was off. She was really doing it which meant they really doing it. There was no way, after seeing her in her bra and panties that he would stop now.

The moment her panties were off he was on his knees too, moving over until he was right in front of her. Maybe a lifetime of looking at anorexic models had convinced her that her body type wasn't perfect, but he couldn't disagree more.

He brought a hand up and gently touched her side, running it to the front of her stomach, two parts he was sure that she had always been self conscious about.

"Lay down for me," he said his voice demanding, but sweet. He hadn't tasted a woman in a quiet a while, but he definitely remembered what to do.