Her fingers left lightly burning trails of fire in their wake, and he knew this was a different kind of magic. As her hands curled into his waistband, he wanted nothing more than to remove the obstructing clothes. Instead he pressed her body tightly against his, fitting her to him in all the right places.
She sighed something against his lips and he breathed it in, tasting her while she tasted him. Finally, his hands moved over her breasts. He turned his hands over to run the backs of his fingers over her nipples, brushing once than twice and he felt how they came to attention at his touch.
His kisses left her mouth again, idly following the line of her jaw while he became focused on touching her. Cupping her fullness in his fingers, he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. His eyes were on her face, watching to see what she liked and liking what he watched.