Biting her bottom lip, with a smile playing there, she tugged him closer by his jacket, which she slid over his shoulders and let fall to the ground. The rest of his clothing followed piece by piece. She moved slowly, letting her hands play over his body, then his skin, until he was left in what passed for underwear. That used to pull him closer.
When she kissed him, she felt it all the way to her toes. Hattie was quite sure that she would never, ever tire of kissing Kitt. Her husband. She was also certain that she would never tire of using that term. Husband.