He took her mouth.
Took it as if this same energy inside her gripped him. As though this raw, aching hunger drove him to the same pitch. As if he needed her to match his need or they would both be lost. It was overwhelming and wild and made her tremble, but she didn't even try to slow him down. She didn't care that she couldn't breathe. She wanted more. And he gave her exactly what she wanted.
This was the beauty of abandonment. She drew back to clumsily try to undo his buttons? He jerked his shirt open and yanked to free the tail. She swallowed uncertainly, but her hands went to his hot, tawny chest, too hungry for the damp, satin feel of him to let doubt prevail. He made that sexy growling noise as his own hands got under her dress. She jerked in reaction. He pressed her arms up as he peeled the dress away.