Responding to the cue, Connor’s palms rounded her ribs to work the clasps of the lingerie. A sense of satisfaction followed as it fell between them, the lace texture brushing his skin along with her fingers. He pulled back slowly from the kiss.

“Allow me.” Even if he didn’t respirate, his voice had taken on a breathy quality (curious.) Knowing the answer, Connor guided Aphrodite to her back, though he made it clear he didn’t intend to move far as he kissed at her chin, the juncture of her neck and shoulders. Even more than being touched, there were rushes of satisfaction in every sound of hers he drew. He drew a lazy spiral around one of her pert nipples as he migrated down, honed in on Aphrodite’s every movement and sound.