Running her hands over his abs, she smiled at his expression, that trademark smirk of his. He could be an idiot sometimes, or a complete child, but other times he was just too damn sexy for his own good... or perhaps for hers. “You must have had a lot of frustrations,” she teased, though if he looked close enough he could see something deeper in her eyes. It wasn’t quite an apology, but definitely an acknowledgement. She knew it was because of her.

She felt him relax against her, the frantic edge fading, and she slid both of her hands around his back, dragging her nails lightly over his skin as he worked on her neck. Her lashes fluttered as his mouth moved down her throat, her own hips rolling up to meet his. God, she had missed this too, had missed him. He made her feel like the most important and beautiful woman in the world, someone to be worshipped, and he did just that with his lips and his tongue and his teeth. “It has been far too long,” she said back just as quietly, her back arching as she leaned her head back to give him better access.