Maryanne was taken by surprise. She hadn't expected him to turn and kiss her instead of going to pounce on the bed with the other two. It took her a beat to ease against him, fingers resting on his forearms, lashes fluttering closed. His kisses always did manage to take her away from everything else. Whether they met her lips, or met skin. Everything else eased away, as she returned the kiss, passion for passion. A low little purr rolling in her chest.