Her mouth traced a line down his ribs, fingertips exploring at the same time, moving over scars, over smooth skin between and she sat up for a moment, just to look at him. "There are some things I haven't done very often," she murmured, because feeling this way was new to her, something she avoided as much as she could, and somehow she'd walked straight into it.

Then she slipped over top of him, straddling his hips, both her hands resting on his stomach as she leaned down, her mouth following her fingers.