Their mouths met with heat and hunger. Henry pressed his body against his girlfriend's, thoughts in the back of his mind recalling the shy and reticent ways Gabriella evinced at the beginning of their relationship. That young woman would have blanched at the idea of them making love in this cabana with the sea breeze blowing in through wide open windows, and Henry was strongly of the mind that she was better for the change. He certainly felt so.
Henry scattered kisses over her chin and cheeks, dipping his head to trail down her neck, pausing there at the hollow of her throat for a few moments before continuing down. His left hand found one of Gabriella's breasts at the same time his mouth found the other. With lips and tongue and fingers, he teased both nipples into pert stiffness.
"What are we wearing to the masquerade party, again?" Henry murmured against her skin. "I just want to make sure it's something I'll enjoy taking off you afterwards."