"Really good," he agrees, pressing kisses to her shoulder, toward her throat, up along the line of her neck. Her skin is so warm under his mouth and he can taste the salt on her skin, enough that his tongue sweeps out briefly, tasting her.

He takes her by the hips, spinning her around again so they're facing, then drops his mouth to her upper chest, one hand on her breast. He presses a kiss to the fullness of her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple at the same time as they move toward the bed.

"You're so gorgeous," he breathes against her skin. "Jesus Christ."