"You could," she whispered, holding very still for him, their mouths just barely separated. Her eyes dark and warming, she met his gaze unflinchingly. Her hand slipped from his so she could better settle her fingers at his hip and her thumb traced absent circles against his skin. "I guess that would be one way to thank me... Unless you're going to just leave... Which is no fun at all."
Kami drew a shallow little breath, head swimming at her familiar soap overlying something entirely new, something so masculine and crisp and deep. Without thinking, she licked her lips and very nearly tasted his in the process. "Oh," she murmured. "Definitely no fun."
Closing her eyes, she leaned in the final bare inch to brush a slow, sweet kiss against his mouth. As chaste as it was in theory, the gesture found true expression in the way her hand clutched harder at his hip. So much for innocent, closed-mouth kisses.