Vedette was glad he picked her up, her knees had weakened considerably since they'd started kissing, and if she'd stayed standing she might have fallen over. One of her hands wandered down between his shoulder and neck and into the collar of his shirt.
No one should have been as warm as him, and she wanted nothing more than to feel that warmth all over.
She finally had to pull her head away to catch her breath. But not far enough away. She looked at him as she tried to catch her breath.
What was she thinking?
What did you say after that?
She couldn't let him go, she should have been able to. But still she had a hold of him, and he of her.
"Ithacles." Her voice was soft when she said his name, but for the life of her she couldn't think of anything else to say to him right then.