He came up over her and rolled his hips against her and the breath escaped her, catching on her vocal chords, a low, startled moan that made her flush all over.
His eyes looked at her with heat she had learnt only last night but it was stronger, firmer. His gaze started to melt her.
His hand closed on her ankle, sliding slowly upward, turning so the edge of his nail drew a whispering line up her calf. She stared at the ceiling but her eyes started to blur, her eyes started to water and her body started to melt in his arms.
Pulses beat everywhere, behind her knees, in the tips of her breasts, most intensely, most deliciously, between her legs, at the spot his slow hand now, finally, reached, as he eased his hips away just enough to permit himself access. And then he looked into her eyes again.