Smooth pressure, a soft slide of skin, lips parted cool and wet. His breath stuttered behind his ribs.
"I--" he curled his fingers close along the nape of her neck, traced the graceful line of it to grip her shoulders, squeezing gently. Hummed his approval. "Oh."
Re: Oh Hell No.
"I--" he curled his fingers close along the nape of her neck, traced the graceful line of it to grip her shoulders, squeezing gently. Hummed his approval. "Oh."