"Fine, I can do that," she murmured. But his thumb was on her lower lip, and she couldn't help but kiss it, turn her head and kiss his palm for good measure. "As long as you promise to call me. No sense in you having my number and not using it." She smiled when he kissed her again, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and tugging him closer. He smelled fantastic, like musk and the old book smell of the Louvre.