She's not complaining at all the kisses. She kissed him and would have kissed him again but she broke it when his hands roamed her body and began to trace along the skin of her breasts. At his words, she smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as her fingers carded through his hair.

"I adore you," she whispered.

Soft sounds of content and pleasure came from her lips as he kissed along her neck and she tilted her head to give him more room. Her fingers lightly scratched along his shoulder blades. The weight, the heat, the solid feeling of him above her sent a jolt down her spine and she ran her finger along his calf. She moved to lick the shell of his ear.

"You're wearing too many clothes," she purred, hands moving down to the hem of his pants, lightly squeezing his ass through the fabric.