He enjoyed the way her hands couldn't settle, a restlessness he felt, too. His hand at her back kneaded an inward press of fingertips spread broadly. He settled her more securely back against his hold as he drew more deeply with his lips and flicked with his tongue.

He could feel her watching him with the weight of touch. It had him flushing deeper, a rising heat beneath her fingertips. The rock of his hips was a steadier rhythm now, a fight for friction and pressure met well by the way she moved.

His desire was mounting toward ache. He felt it sharply deep in his belly. He opened his mouth wider, his tongue in a delicate sweep toward the underside of her breast before breaking the suction altogether to kiss toward the other side. He felt as though he could explore her this way all night if she let him, if it didn't make him crazy first.