While he rested with his head on her knees, she smoothed her hand over his hair, and draped her arm across his shoulders to keep him close, warm, and grounded with the weight of it. But her mind roved the last five minutes, reviewing it backward and forward, and lingered on how he'd looked just as he knelt: beautiful, and so very much hers.

Between that and how he'd looked with his jeans opened--as she'd requested, just so, she was more than a little aroused and slick herself. Which was probably why when she raised her hand from his head, she looked down at him with a single eyebrow lifted and a little smirk curving her lips. "I'm glad. Because you look good on your knees."

But she only let the comment rest a beat before she stroked his cheek with her knuckles. "You looked like you might need a minute to breathe."