Feel
He was thumbs, all thumbs. Every ridge and swirl imprinted on her skin. She could recognize the slightest scratch as they moved over her.
He was at her ankle, testing the tendon. Bending her knee to hear the pops, gracing up her thigh and exploring where nerves and blood lingered between bone and skin. He bent in half and put lips on the vein. That vein. He knew the names of all of them, but the only one he said was "hers".
He tucked his nose to her neck. She curled against him and he wrapped around her, settled his hands below her stomach, just above the curve and deep, thumbs burrowed in the dark thatch.
She shivered and he froze.
"Cold?"
"Never."
His lips danced words over her neck. She felt the music's hum, but his voice ebbed between the lines.
"Time on my hands…in my arms… love in view… moments to spare… time on my hands and you in my arms…"
Arms settled above her breasts in the hot spot of her heart and thumbs balanced on opposite ledges of her collarbone. She pulsed slow against him.
"Are you?"
"Hmmm?" the m's kissed her skin.
"Cold. Are you cold?"
"Not here. Not now."
"But… other places?"
A beat.
"No."
"Hot?"
He rumbled, changed the topic.
"You took care of that."
She wiggled and pushed.
"So, what do you feel, Mick?"
He moved a hand to her face, chill fingers on her cheek and his thumb gliding over the soft pink.
"You, Beth. I feel you."
