Lightning bugs flash in the distance, but the color of their spark fades away in the dizzying warmth of his embrace. There's only him and her and the yearning that flutters in time with the ever-increasing beat of her heart as he lavishes equal attention on each and every tactile point of her hand.
"That"—her breath catches when he nips her thumb—"is very distracting."
His lips close around the bitten digit, a soft tongue soothing the bite as he slides off. "Is it?"
She turns in his arms and presses close, letting her heart sink into his. "Yes."
