"Just stop me if you're not feeling up to anything," he answered, settling into position over Phoenix. A little spark of excitement settled into the pit of his stomach as he ran his left hand over his side. "God, you..." He didn't finish the sentence, nuzzling into the hollow between his neck and shoulder and nipping at a tendon, then trailing kisses up his neck and to his lips, sighing as he did.
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