She felt his hand on her face, felt him turn her head...and then his lips were on hers, soft and sweet. This close, his scent was stronger, the taste of him on her lips a pleasant blend of coffee and something darker, inherently male. It aggravated that itch she hadn't scratched in far too long, made her more aware of the solid wall of muscle that was so close, right there for the taking...

The kiss broke naturally, but she didn't move, didn't open her eyes. For a moment she just sat there, breathing in his air and letting the delicious warmth of arousal and his body heat wash over her.

Then in spite of herself, she leaned forward just a little, nose brushing his before she found his mouth again and kissed him herself, sweet and careful and just a little bit harder than before as a soft, decidedly animal growl trilled in the back of her throat.