She thought of playfully protesting, of insisting he let her finish first, but instead found herself sinking into the kiss, relishing in the gentleness, the familiarity. If felt like forever since he had kissed her like this, so tenderly and lovingly, though she knew it had only been the other night. That night felt like an eternity ago.

Smiling when he broke the kiss and nudged her nose with his, she opened her eyes to meet his again when he spoke. It wasn’t an uncommon sentiment, but when he said it she believed it. When he said it she felt like the most beautiful woman in the world, like the only woman in the world, and then he was kissing her again and she nearly purred at all the attention.

When he finally rested back against the pillow, all thoughts of moving had fled her mind and she curled in against his shoulder instead. Paying no attention to the oil on his skin, she kissed his chest softly, her lips lingering long against his skin. “You do know how to make a girl feel special,” she said, her lips turning up in a grin.