Her fingers slid across his t-shirt and Gideon wanted. This was good. This was exciting. And, he was pretty sure, this could happen. Swallowing, he ran his hand along Lucy's hip and up under her damp shirt, stroking the skin.
He needed his other hand back, but he didn't want to lose the skin-to-skin contact. Still breathing like each breath required effort, he brought their clasped hands up to his face and searched with his lips until he found her fingertips, sucking them gently, letting his teeth just graze the pads.