"Good." He let the massage slip lower, down the line of her spine until he dug gently into her lower back, fingers tasting the difference between the feel of bare skin and the fabric of her dress. As knots loosened, he slowly moved back up, tugging her back against him as he worked her upper arms.
Her hair tickled his cheek, and that sweet scent was almost overwhelming. He gave into instinct, pressing a kiss against her skin, right where neck met shoulder.