Her fingers lingered for a moment at the waistband of his shorts. A heartbeat, two, three...waiting almost as if they had a mind of their own to decide the trajectory they would follow...

"Practice how?" Sholeh asked, her leg twining around his as her hand slowly began the ascent back up towards his chest, feather-light touches over his stomach and ribs.

Hmmm. She'd run out of collarbone to kiss. Where to next?