[It would've been hard to avoid taking in the sweet scent even if she'd wanted to, her breaths already on the shallow side. But it's nice--sweet and familiar and him--and she doesn't notice the tingling warmth until it's already settled deep in her core and eased through her limbs. After that it's impossible to ignore--the sudden awareness of every square centimeter that they touch, each nerve turned up to eleven.

With a breathless gasp she shifts against him, the coiling vines and the brush of his hands, his chest--the thick, soft pressure of his tongue, still light but impossibly intense--

This time when she calls his name it's high-pitched and urgent, a wave of arousal dripping over his face as her lips work against him]