Waiting this long. He chuckles. "And here I was worried I was moving too fast these past few months." His murmurs break off into another hum, her touch warm and soft and sweet.

He's not expecting the hand on his ass, and he stiffens, arching slightly as a jolt of arousal stirs in his cock. "If I fall asleep, I won't be safe, you mean," he teases. But he catches himself. "I like you touching my ass." He's glad she can't see him flush. Why does this feel more lurid than kissing in alleys?