His pulse leaped in his side as her fingers danced feather-weight on his face. Their lips just fit, were right together.

She'd warmed against him little by little, a glow of pink showing under her skin, a reddening flush to her lips. Different. Lovely.

She liked his eyes. Where had that come from--ah.

It didn't always happen. Only with someone special.

And she wanted him back.

"Wonderful." A low, feline hum of satisfaction against the corner of her mouth, fingers curling as he carefully unhitched the clasps.