Gods, Marcie said, and a part of Cathal's brain wanted to get caught up on it, on that use of a plural in a world that so rarely used plurals. Gods, multiple. People didn't really say that unless they had a reason to. People didn't think about 'gods, plural', not in America, not like this.
But far more of him only wanted to taste Marcie's skin, only wanted to make a breathless sound of desire as she ran her hands over his own bare skin.
And suddenly, without really thinking about it, he had grasped her thighs so that he could lift Marcie and lay her down on the bed, one hand reaching behind to unclip her bra once she was lying down. With her lying it would be so much easier to kiss her all over, so much easier to smile down at her and look at her gorgeous body on his bed, so much easier to take her lips with his while his fingers rolled one of her nipples.