He crawled slowly back up her body and settled against her again, closing his mouth over hers, the kiss alternately sweet and rough. He wondered if she could taste herself on his lips, if she liked that, and it sent a shiver through him that pulled a moan out of his chest.

He pulled back finally, glancing down at what she held in her hand. He recognized it, knew what it was for, but for the first time he felt a flush of embarrassment.

"I'm not sure," he breathed, kissing her again - the corner of her mouth, her jaw, her throat - "the best way... to put it on."