When his mind started functioning again, his pulse beginning its decent back toward the vicinity of normal speed, he lifted his head just enough for a long, slow kiss. When it finally ended, he smiled down at her and murmured, "I love you." He had promised himself he would make more of an effort to tell her... but that took no effort. He simply thought it, and it was said.
Even though he was taking care to keep most of his weight off of her, he knew he should move. He would.