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[ The way she moves against him has him holding his breath. The way she carried herself, the purpose in ever movement always had his attention when he saw her move through the room. His hold on her is light, not out of fear she'll break, but out of respect for where he may be stepping over a line he can't see. In retrospect it's a strange concern to have with a woman who had stripped down and waited on his bed for him to find her, but it's a lingering doubt in his mind.

His grip on her tightens for a second, fingertips pressing into her waist and feeling the shift of fabric there. Beautiful and already she felt like a comfortable weight against him. His kiss is tentative as he presses against her lips. This could go horribly lopsided very quickly if he made the wrong move and he's eager to ensure that doesn't happen. ]