Maggie moans against his lips, opening her mouth to him, drinking his taste on her tongue, stance widening to fit his body against hers better. Everything is hot, his skin against hers is like holding laying on sun-heated rocks. It doesn't burn or scorch; it just makes everything in her hotter.

When he presses against her, Maggie's head fell back in an effort to move her body closer still, her hips meeting that first press and leaving no doubt that she wanted to take as much as he wanted to give.