Ithacles held one hand softly on her face, fingertips splayed in the golden waves of her hair. His mouth pressed against her jaw and although the woman pulled away he only followed her. One of her legs had wound up over his forearm and he if he hadn't known her so well he would have tossed it over his shoulder...
"Ithacles."
She had to repeat herself to stop him from dragging his lips over her throat.