Both of Kate's hands moved to his chest, bracing herself against him, but one quickly slipped up the side of his neck, to the back of his head. Her fingers threaded in his hair. She returned his kisses with enthusiasm, parting her lips for him, slipping her own tongue against his. She fed off of his enjoyment, matching his pace and pressure with her own. Goosebumps rose along her back at the feel of his fingertips. This was torture and heaven at the same time.
Her head tipped to the side at the feel of his lips along her jaw. Her toes curled, her pelvis tightened. His teeth against her skin made her hot for him. (Hotter, anyway.) "Then we take our time," she breathed, trying to catch up with her thoughts. She'd kind of lost the analogy. She couldn't think of an appetizer-related pun or witty saying. For some unknown reason, her brain had practically turned off. "Enjoy the flavor." That would have to suffice.