He brushed his thumb gently against her skin, and she opened her eyes, gazing up into his. He'd drawn back, but not far. His eyes were patient, silently asking her permission to continue, but not without a spark of desire that sent a shiver through her.

She smiled, and squeezed his hand gently, enough to encourage him. And then she moved in close again, tilting her head slightly to press a more insistent kiss against his lips, pressing more fully against him as she stroked a hand slowly along his back.