With a little murmur, I pressed myself against him, shivering as his finger traced up the middle of my back. My head was light and as I moved against him I felt as if time itself had slowed; my whole world contracted to this, the feeling of hands and lips and skin everywhere on mine, and I had no wish to relinquish it anytime soon. One arm went around his neck and I sighed contentedly against his mouth, kissing him slow and soft and deep.