The way she melted under his touch heated his blood, but the sounds she made, and those drowsy words of praise--they burned beautifully, had him pulling her closer, nuzzling the juncture between her neck and shoulder and itching to hear it again. That sleepy, hungry tone made him want and melt at the same time, to find every little kiss and caress that would make her sigh and sink further into him.

When she drew back enough to watch herself touch him, fingers playing idly over the lines between pectoral and deltoid, drawing lines over each swell of muscle, that burned at the front of his mind, along with a dozen other things--the possessive little way she nipped at his skin, the safe-exciting weight of her fingers around his wrists, the way she sprawled across his lap after announcing her presence when she walked in.

"...I don't know." he admitted, eyes black with passion as he looked up at her, smile soft and relaxed and, as it was so often, just a little awestruck at the sight of her. The hand at her nape slid away, settling on her trapezius so his fingertips could play against that delicate rise of skin, thumb brushing up over the softness just behind her ear. "Just...you. Wanna hold you, wanna touch you...I want--too much to pick just one thing. Is that weird?"