Krem smiled openly, pressing his thumb harder, rubbing a little faster, under her direction for a moment. He liked the way that Adaline touched him, the certainty in her touch, the subtle roughness, the smoothness of her palms against the parts of him that he kept so private, so hidden.

Everything about it shot heat and light and desire through him and, though he hadn't thought he would, he thought he might be able to get off just from this. From watching her come apart, from feeling her weight on his hips, from touching and listening to her.