There was definitely more to give; Kanan's own kiss in return was every bit as demanding, though little things like coordination came secondary to lust, his hand tightening in her hair and his mouth moving against hers, thrusts coming with less control and more need. His breathing was ragged whenever he bothered to inhale, which seemed less and less important with every move of his hips, every second spent kissing, every involuntary twitch and noise in his throat and every moment spent drinking in everything about the way she felt against him.

Yes, this. Absolutely worth the wait.