Another hungry kiss steals the question from his lips, using the moment's distraction to run the palm of her hand along that hard ridge, as far as she can. 'A surprise? You must think you're the only one who steals a glance every now and then.'

It only takes a moment to shift, using that little bit of space to turn until they're face to face. Her free hand catches his wrist in a gentle grasp and guides it down, her knee rising to rest on his thigh, giving him all the room he needs to play.

Her breath hitches at the feel of his hand, and her body goes still. Sensitized nerve endings, aching for his touch, all light up at once, stealing her breath. Even through her clothes, he feels so good .