He could feel as much tension in her as he carried within himself. It was a heady realization, all the more potent when their gazes met and held. He felt the temptation to say how little this was typically like him, not out of worry or fear of what she was thinking, but to let her know how much of this was her effect on him.

Once again he decided it better to let his gestures speak in voice's stead. He pulled up briefly into the clench of her fingers, his hair and cheek brushing her upper chest, and then he kissed lower. The soft upper curves of her breasts, the dip between. He forced himself to a slow enough pace to have him trembling with want.

The first touch of his tongue to her nipple was a gentle sweep of a half circle. His lips closed for a drawing kiss, his breath coming quickly. A low moan escaped him before he was aware it was coming. She truly was beautiful, his one complaint that he couldn't see more.