He sighs, a long warm sound of contentment, and presses his lips to her still-hammering pulse. When he inhales he takes in the smell of her hair, of their body chemistry after sex, and it's almost better than a cigarette. Her hands smoothing over his back ease some of the little random shivers still running through him.

Now, he thinks, he gets why people take honeymoons. A sex holiday is a great idea. He's not sure why he didn't see it sooner.

Carefully he shifts, slipping out of her with a quiet groan, and rolls to his side so he's not completely on top of her.