My fingers draw up her back and tangle into her hair. <i> “They’ll never separate us.”<br />“Never,” </i> she repeats.<br />Our lips crush together, our bodies pressed tight. An inferno of lips and hands and movements that continues to grow in heat. The blanket falls away as Rachel slides her legs so that she straddles me. On the verge of burning up completely, I groan and cling to her small frame. Her hands drift under my shirt, leaving a singeing trail.<br />We’ve become a wildfire. Almost unstoppable. I kiss her neck and the beautiful sounds escaping her mouth encourage me further. My hands skim under her shirt, up her back, linger for seconds near her bra, and I gently nip her ear when I feel lace.<br />Images pour into my mind of what she’d look like with her shirt off, then her jeans. My fist traps strands of her hair. <b> <i> “I want you, Rachel.” </i> </b><br />And because I do, I kiss her fully on the mouth—nothing left to the imagination. Every fantasy becomes a reality with that one embrace.