As she parted her legs, he smoothed his rough hands over her thighs as he nuzzled her inner thighs, taking the time to kiss every inch and bury his face against those dark curls. The musk of her and their previous sex was thick on her, and strangely, he loved that scent. It was like being hit with a strong pheromone. He combed his fingers through the curls, then brought his fingers up to part her wide for him, letting the tip of his tongue run languidly up and down between her folds.