Carrick's fingers bunched in the smooth, luxuriant sheets, but his hands soon lifted to bury themselves in the gorgeous pinks and purples and oranges of the dawn-coloured wings. His brows drew together and he moaned softly, his hips starting to roll and lift in response to the deep, searching fingers inside him.
He lifted his head for another slow, deep kiss. "No more so than you," he murmured.