The shiver that crept down the back of her neck at the brush of his lips was cut harshly off when he snapped back into her, tearing a cry that was half gasp and half moan from her throat. There was no room left in her for anything then, no thought, no doubt, and she was barely able to process how perfect it all was before he'd be driving into her again and she'd have to start over. She'd say it again if she could, but words were beyond her then, and all she could do was wrap her legs around his waist, try to pull him closer, deeper, with every thrust.