She followed his guidance with no hesitation, her foot resting on the back of his knee. Despite having felt his (and Lachlan's, for that matter) arousal before, she still released a small gasp at the sensation. The firmness of men would take some getting used to, especially after two and a half decades at only knowing her own soft flesh.

"Only two?" Fallon asked with a raised brow. They had only been intimate like this for days and already Fallon had learned more than two things about her likes and dislikes — her primary like being his wandering touch. Her hands worked on his buttons until the shirt was untucked and flayed open. Immediately, her palms were warm against his chest, fingers dragging along his skin wherever they might roam.

Her hips moved against his instinctively and Fallon lifted his chin to kiss him once before ducking her own head down to mouth along his jaw. "You have low expectations," Fallon murmured into his ear.