It took a good minute for her to respond, and when she did, it was only to say, "If you expect me to talk after that..." and then beam a sex-struck smile down at him.

Bit by bit, she untangled her fingers from his hair and then stroked it smooth again, all the while mind flitting between adoration and ongoing desire. It was his nameday. Shouldn't he get some pleasure out of it?

A quick glance at her phone on the nightstand showed they had a good forty minutes before dawn. Plenty of time for sex, champagne, and gift-giving, she decided, and with a significant glance and a lift of her eyebrow, she rolled to her stomach and then lifted her hips by pulling her knees under her.

She rested her cheek on her folded forearms, looked over at him, and just smiled.