Her lips breathing his name had his heart racing. The pressure of them at his throat was unmatched by any other sensation. Eric knew what she wanted, what slowly was growing within her. He knew because he wanted it too, and had for a very long time.
His arm had come around, palm at her shoulder but only for a moment. He worked his hand d down slowly, tracing her outline. It was only a matter of seconds and his fingertips danced gently across the skin of her thigh, matching the outline of her long shirt.
Unlike she, Eric was without his shirt. He had peeled it from his skin and left it in a heap on the floor. He had left the pants, they seemed to be appropriate. But now she would see he scars, be able to feel the once-wounds on his chest. "I love you."