As he pulled her into his still empty quarters she pushed the door closed behind them. Quickly she grabbed a chair and jammed it against the handle to lock the door. As she walked back to him she kicked her boots off. It was easy to see she wanted him, more than she had ever wanted anything. It was like to magnets being drawn together. There was no way she could resist him, and no way she wanted to. Again she kissed him passionately, arms wrapped around his shoulders and her whole body against his. She couldn't have picked a better person to share her first time with. Her love for him was true and tested through time, and she wanted to take it to the next level. 

Her hands drifted down and then up under his shirt. As she felt his hardened muscles on her finger tips a surge or energy shot through her body. Memories of the night on the beach flashed through her mind. This moment was similar yet so different. Her desire was stronger and her excitement more than ever before. Tightly she gripped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head.