"I'm just great," she tells him, smoothing one hand down to the edge of his shirt, then up under the material. Her fingers alight on his skin, gently at first, then her entire palm spreads against his abdomen. He's so warm and she loves the way his muscles shift under his skin, under her touch.

"Better now, I think," she murmurs, pressing another kiss to his throat, the edge of his jaw. His tongue flicks out just briefly, lightly touching his skin, which is salty from his sweat. It sends a little shiver through her, one he has to be able to feel with his hands on her back.