Soaking in the warmth that Nevenka's body provided as she leaned back against him, Kit moved the sleek waves of her hair aside in order to press his lips intently against her neck. His hands, still settled on her shoulders, began to lightly massage the skin of her upper arms.
"You know I like it when you do," he muttered, sensually leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses against her throat as his hands slid steadily lower, eventually ducking under her arms to coil around her middle and urge her flush against his body. "And when you get to show off those skills of yours. Very impressive."