Lee says, "Yeah," then sucks in air through her teeth. She always likes it when he kisses her there, usually can't sit still through it. It's like her 'on' button. Her breathing is audible, becoming laboured, her one hand on the bed, the other stuttering touching him. She sighs his name.
This happens every time: every time she second-guesses herself and thinks it to death and worries about all the potential (and unlikely) what-ifs, and then the thing happens, and it's great. It's so annoying. Why can't she just do what she wants? She keeps circling that question.
Lee turns her head back around, presses her open mouth to his. She still tastes like wine and hamantaschen. (She ate a million of them.) "I want you so much," she says in between kisses.