She took his other hand, bent her head, and began to kiss each fingertip, across the middle of his palm, and up along his arm. She licked at freckles and sucked slight open-mouthed marks at the places where his muscles joined. When she reached his throat she nipped briefly, then started down.
Eyes widening as her lips began to brush over his fingers and his hands, he watched her curiously and then let out a muffled moan of delight. Arching up against her mouth, he threw his head back, fingers now stilling in his mouth as he became focused on the pleasure that her touches were creating.
She laid patterns of kisses across his chest, pressing her face close so she could brush his skin with her eyelashes, and laughing softly in her throat at his reactions. She had virtually crawled into his lap at this point, hands caressing everything she could reach or bracing herself against his hips. Once again, she hovered at the waistband of his pants, waiting for his reaction.