Gasping, Jessica allowed herself to sag forward into the kiss, bare chest to bare chest, hearts fluttering and breaths ragged. After the kiss, she lay her head down on his chest, forehead against the pulse in his throat.
They were still joined and she was quite content to keep it that way for a few moments longer. She kissed his chest lightly, smiling in that dorky, satisfied way.
She couldn't think of anything deep to say, so she must made a wordless, happy humming sound in the back of her throat. Who needed coherency, anyway? They'd already spoken the language of bodies, English was entirely too complicated.