She touched that warm, gentle hand again, pressing it against her ribs, absorbing its warmth like some pagan charm against devils, and her eyes closed tighter.that I really liked.
His slow breathing didn't change, but his hand responded even in his sleep. It slipped up her ribs and cupped her breast like a warm friendly little animal. Not passionately, only tenderly. His warmth pressed against her as her nerves recalled the smooth, incredible heat of his skin, the silken fineness of his hair.
In other news, having clean teeth feels really good.