His voice broke in the back of his throat as he wasn't about to keep his hands still. Just a little longer. Then his body wouldn't know the difference, it would just take the plunge. When he started to feel his breath shorten (or maybe he'd just forgotten to breathe) he moved his kisses back to her neck. It gave Zoe some breathing room herself. He started to feel like he'd run a marathon without ever actually have taken the run. He wasn't hung over a toilet in the bathroom, but whatever she spilled out emotionally was still exotic to him. Lust would be so mad he couldn't seem to get to a certain point with this girl.

He did stop a moment as if he couldn't catch his breath, his cheek rested against her shoulder. He was feverish now and flushed. Losing his energy almost as fast sa he'd built it up.