Gods, he was hot, and his kisses were hot too. Marcie let out a little sigh of pleasure and shifted closer to him, her leg crossing his as she lifted a hand to his face.
At last, she found it in her to stop kissing for a moment, although she didn't pull back. "You're a really good kisser," she said softly, her fingers stroking along the edge of his jaw, through his facial hair (not quite stubble, not quite beard, but still suited him.) "I've heard you're good with your hands too."