Her words was all he needed to hear, or wanted to hear, to throw all other logic out the window.
He heard the sound of her breath catching as his hands traced her curves. In that moment, nothing else mattered to him but the softness of her skin and the urgency of his desire. The tension between them had been building, an aching need for release.
Quietly he slipped off his pants at her command, her legs wrapping around him, inviting him closer. Her lips found his, and his hers, kissing hungrily. He trailed kisses down her neck as she arched into him. With a gasp, he was inside her, moving together in a frenzied rhythm, trying to stay silent as ecstasy overwhelmed him.
If anyone was coming in, he neither would know or care in that moment.