A sweat broke out on the nape of her neck.
She felt hot between her legs.
That moment, she wanted his hand on her neck and him inside her.
She would want to understand why she felt like this – but that was to be later
She did not know yet, nor care, whether what she felt had much to do with him.
Later she did suspect that it did not really have much to do with him.
But this was before that time, when suspicions would stop her dead.
Right now something urged her on…