Her kisses were different. Surer. More assertive. The woman was experienced with men, and with what she wanted from a man. It was momentarily disconcerting, thinking of Gabriella that way until Henry remembered that the man with whom she had experience was him, and him alone. It made it much easier to lean into her kisses, to mould himself to her body.
Gabriella's touch was warm on his back, fingertips against a patch of skin that gave him the slightest of shivers. It was a touch a longtime lover would know. He returned the favour by letting his own hand run up the side of her thigh.
"It seems as though you were an apt and able pupil," Henry replied. "It's going to be very difficult stopping in time to go to dinner, I think."