She didn’t want to go either, making no effort to draw her hands out of his grip. “I don’t know,” was all she could say in reply, fingertips stroking his face. Her eyes closed at the feeling of his lips on her wrist. How could she leave this?
Pressing kisses to her fingertips as they passed across his face, he sighed deeply and pulled her in a little closer, hands rubbing gently at her hips. “Then perhaps tonight might be best, or else we’ll just have to go through this all again in the morning?”
Almost inaudibly, she murmured, “You have to let me go.” But even as she said it, she was pushing herself into his hands, bending to kiss his mouth.