The sound of ripping fabric is like a drug to her blood, and her pulse spikes in tandem with the sheer need running through her.

"More." Its the only word she can manage as her hands push off the shirt he never got a chance to button and her hands run over every part of his body she can reach. "More," she repeats on a moan, not even sure what she wants more of, but it's the only one that makes sense.