Setting limits and time tables barely worked with her professionally. Putting that in her hands when she was getting worked up was ridiculous. She broke out of the kisses again to sit up and rip her shirt off. Looking down at him, she measured her need versus how long it would take to get his shirt off. With a sharp nod, she made her choice and started pulling at his clothes until she got him clear of them.

Then she settled right back on him with a happy whimper, her hands moving over his torso as she went back to kissing him. The heat of his skin made her shudder.