She ducks her head, turning when his lips brush hers and kiss her so softly. Her breath catches, sending little shivery tremors through her as his hands slide over her skin. A slow, gentle and calm torture of good things, warm hands and body pressed against hers but not enough. Letting out a soft muffled moan against his lips as she squirmed beneath his hands.

"Robb," Del half moaned as his hands teased her, warm and there and not there. Hand slipping beneath his clothes, she ran her fingertips down his thigh pressing her palm against his skin.