That earns him a groan, somewhere between the hitch of breath and the way she leans her head into his hand, her cheek cradled in his palm while the fingers of the other move up and down along the slope of her neck and shoulder. He's making it even more difficult for her to want to break contact.

"Where did you pick this up, anyway?" she asks, turning her head slightly, and as she speaks, her lips graze the pad of his thumb.