It wasn't until things had progressed past the actual undressing and were well underway that Annie remembered his shirt and then she stopped him and helped him take it off.

A low groan was pulled from her when she realized that he felt just as perfect now as he always had and she loved it.

I love you, she wanted to whisper, directly into his ear, her nails digging into the small of his back as she pulled him deeper. Instead, she dropped her mouth to just below his collarbone and suckled gently, just enough to leave a mark. Not one that would last more than a day, maybe a day and a half, but something that would still be there when he went home that night.

She just needed to be a part of him again, even though she knew that this wasn't the right thing to do. Even as she came, stifling her cries and biting her lip so she didn't call out his name, she held him tight and breathed deeply against his neck.