There was no room for the death thoughts of the last pitiful drugs of a love life that have been her last few months, not with Ben's mouth hot on her skin and the promise of flesh and skin and panted breaths ahead. It said too much of the lack of chemistry or of the lack of understanding found in dates and flirtations on the rare occasions they had been found that her thoughts had far more easily turned to the idea of the fun and the pleasure of falling into bed with Ben.
She slid her hands down from his neck to slide over his back, shaping the muscles of his shoulders with the eager explorers of her fingers and palms, feeling a shiver work its way through her.
She could not read his lips when they were against her throat and smiled instead as an answer, loving the touch of rumble of vibration into her skin. "Should we leave the cake for later?"