Another surge of desire yanked at Much with her words, and he smirked in response, the curve of his lips reflecting the same look in her eyes. “I like that as well,” he said, as if it wasn’t very, very obvious already, he liked saying it, liked her knowing how much he enjoyed being with her. And feeling her, and touching her and tasting her… God, he was never going to stop wanting her, was he? He ached with it, unsated, and it pushed him forward to kiss her again, less slow than his earlier kisses, and pushed her back into his pillow. “You feel so good,” he murmured, kissing his way down her neck, over the swell of her breasts, her stomach, the top of her thigh. “So, so good against my dick and so, so good under my tongue, Mary…”