That sound. Fingers in his hair, he'd missed that, light scratching pressure that tingled outward from his scalp.

Other men (women? Other people) would certainly have taken unseemly advantage of that remark. He was only going to press it a little. There was no apprehension in the contact, nothing tense about the way they were already touching.

He didn't quite have to feign a shiver as she pulled away. The goosebumps were also real. He rubbed a hand up his own arm, slowly, fingers catching more firmly than they needed to, testing the feel of smooth flesh.

"It is cool in here," he admitted. Trying not to purr.