He felt her breath stirring his hair, quietly pleased to hear a similar choppy rhythm to his own. He could think of few things more embarrassing than being the only one really worked up.

It took him a moment or two to realize the light pull on his hair wasn't just another caress. He released the latch of his lips with a final soft flick of tongue and met her gaze, heavy lidded and flushed. "What is it?" he whispered.