John ran his hands down her slim back, over the curve of her hips. He buried his face in her hair, behind her ear, tasted the soft skin beneath and behind her ear. Her scent, her softness, her closeness, made him grow hard quickly, and he knew she could feel him against her belly, thick and insistent.
"Nana," he said against her throat, and his voice sounded deeper, huskier to his own ears. He eased aside the neckline of her gown, kissed down her neck and along the top of her shoulder. "Come to bed with me."