He appreciates that, her touching back. A closed circuit keeps the energy from building up too much in one place. Feeling more connected, he moves slowly down the center of her chest, across her stomach and over to one of her hips, kissing and biting and tasting and touching—and when he’s done there, Michael ducks even lower, kissing her once between her legs and then turning to give some attention to that startlingly alluring stretch of bare thigh that peeks out between stocking and knicker. This is a good spot for a hickey, somewhere no one else will see Lee’s blood flushing brightly just beneath her skin.
He’s almost okay with seeing that color now. It’s not coming out of her, he tells himself. She’s fine. And he’s found there’s a part of him that likes it the same way he likes her bones, though he’s not sure he should.