Her hands drifted up his back, stroking slowly over the sweat-damp skin. She loved the sense of lean muscles, slowly shifting under the velvet smoothness of his skin. “How do you even do that?” she whispered. “You’re so tall, how can you even fit yourself like that?”
He shifted again and stretched out, humming pleasantly at her fingertips moving across his body, a delighted smile stretching across his face as he gazed down at her. “It’s a talent – you’re sure I’m not too heavy for you? I don’t mind moving if it’ll make you more comfortable.”
A wry smile curved her mouth. “You aren’t putting your whole weight on me — and I’m strong.” She remembered their first — no, second — night together, talking about strength, and blushed faintly. “Stronger now.”