Hearing that sound escape him made her heart pound that much more fiercely, especially as his hand explored her skin. Her muscles clenched under his touch, anticipating...wanting. Between his hand and his mouth, she felt like she might go crazy. He pulled an involuntary moan past her lips, and then...he stopped.
She felt instantly frustrated. A spiral of curses flitted through her mind but never made it past her lips. She pressed her hands to her face to keep out the blush and the sudden, stinging tears that automatically accompanied that frustration that could only really be blamed on herself.
It was becoming harder to resist him, harder to remind herself why they should wait. It was especially difficult when images flashed through her mind of bodies entwined, hands traveling over sensitive skin, breath huffing unevenly in the air, and Merlin...those sounds.
But this was her choice...and she had to stick by it. She dropped her hands with a sigh and forced herself to sit up, to scoot just a little bit away so she wasn't touching him quite so closely, "Flowers...I need to work on the flowers," she said more for herself than anything. She ran her hand again through that blueberry scented hair, and glanced at the stack of pictures, not really wanting to move. But now she was the one that needed the distraction from all of those thoughts that threatened to weaken her resolve.