Once his arms were around her, Melinda found herself relaxing fully against him. He was always so warm. It was something that was making her hate winter just a little less each day. Her hand came to rest against his chest, black-tipped fingers fanning out over the expanse of skin.
"I only did that once!" She protested as his finger hooked beneath her chin. She let herself be guided, knowing the other side of it was a kiss waiting for her. She'd very quickly grown fond of his lips. She'd say she would hate to admit such a thing, but it showed.
"Unless you want me to?" She asked softly, shifting a little so she could press a kiss to the sharp line of his jaw.