"I had no intention," Henry said, slipping the words in between kisses, "of stopping." His hands continued to run over Anne's body, skin smooth under his fingertips. Giving the hardening tips of her breasts one last brush with his thumbs, he moved his body back to give Anne room to work at his belt and jeans.
Henry shrugged off his shirt. "And I more than happy to take you up on such an offer," he said, grinning. "As I'm quite sure you can tell."