Nina would be lying if she said she was used to this — to the tenderness, the slow and steady as opposed to how she did damn near everything else in her life. It was nice, surprisingly enough.

She moaned into that kiss, fingers curling against the back of his head, threading into his hair to tug it free of the band that held it. Her other hand moved to slide between his legs, fingers tracing the outline of his cock through his underwear.