The feel of her hands running over his arms, his back, his ass, with apparent affection and yet with a good deal of deliberation too set his skin tingling in anticipation as she woke nerve endings all over his body, warming him up for what was to come.

A soft moan of protest was wrenched from his lips when she swung away, and he blinked down at her for a moment with lust-darkened eyes before smirking slightly. "I do my best," he said, with a faint shrug. Not that he had to work very hard at looking pretty. Most of it was just what he'd been born with.

He let out a slightly shaky breath as her eyes ran over him and he started to think about exactly how much of a view this position afforded a spectator. Definitely on display, from almost every angle.