The plush surface of the coverlet spread across her bed felt cool at her back, despite the lingering light and warmth that streamed in through the window beside it, the temperature a stark contrast to the warmth he brought with him when he crawled up after her and turned his mouth to her throat. Her nature kept her in close awareness with the temperatures she came across, as it did the vibrations both immediate and distant, and it never felt quite so true than when she lay out in the sunshine or felt the heated skin of another body beside her own.
The honesty of his grin made it easy to accept his compliments, though her own looks were nothing she was any more shy about than she was about the lines of her drawings or the greatness of her hunger through a long, energetic day. The grin she shared with him was lost quickly to the parting of her lips on a soft sigh under the warmth of his mouth, as she slipped a hand up to curl around the back of his neck and edge her fingers into his hair in encouragement. As her knees bent as she drew them up without thinking to set her feet flat against the bed beneath her, and felt the slip of her dress up to the very tops of her thighs.
Her free hand caught at the bicep of the arm that held her waist, but she did not guide his touch in any way but to tip her chin up to offer her throat to him, and let the warmth of his skin sink into hers wherever they touched.