Beauty thought herself far too old to be shuddering from the closeness, but the heat radiating off his form and the sheer heady knowledge that he wanted her was enough to break down whatever control she thought she had over herself. A high, soft sound issued from her throat, and she didn't try to stop it.
How could she have understood before that she was actually starved for this sort of attention? She wouldn't have known how to ask, and she couldn't have guessed that it would be so alluring. She could imagine, and had, but it wasn't the same thing as knowing.
When his hand stopped against her ribs, she slid her own over the top of his and fit her fingers in with his. Together, she skimmed their hands upward, to places that ached in ways she couldn't have tried to verbalize.