Most time, Sweeney gets to do the unwrapping, which is always welcome. But there's something in the frantic nature of her eagerness that fans the flames a bit hotter. She's content to leave him to finish; the best of both worlds.

Braces left useless at his side, Sweeney yanks his tank over his head before resting a knee on the foot of the bed. He hooks his thumbs in both pants' cuffs and with a sharp snap, he liberates her of them and casts them over his shoulder. Then he's up on her, trapping her between his knees as he works his way up. Sweeney nips her thigh in a speckled pattern, and when he gets to her hip, he catches her panties' elastic between his teeth. Pulling it up, he releases it a moment later, letting it snap her skin.

"An' I can't wait ta have you."

Sweeney pushes up to sit on his haunches before he hooks two fingers under the fabric on the opposite side. With a firm grip and a quick twist, he pops the seams and yanks them out from under her, then tosses them in the direction of her pants.