Sweet. Of course he was sweet, but she also felt that hovering expectation of rejection over something she considered ridiculous. She squelched that notion by dipping her tongue into his mouth while she wrapped her fingers around the length of him that always seemed to be eager for her touch.

She couldn't help the sizzle of pride that went through her, that pleasure echoing through their link to him at the fact that he wanted her. Seemingly always. There had always been limitations on her past relationships, or expectations and demands of what she had to be to draw their attention. She never had to worry about that with him. She never had to wonder if she was good enough, if he liked her. It shone in his eyes every time she looked at him.

God, she loved him.