Addie's body close enough that every time she breathes, her breasts press against his chest, peaked and tight, scent of her warm and musky with desire in his nose when he could catch his breath at all for the way she kissed him, fierce and sure as she ever had...

Wintergreen's hand at his shoulder steadied him a little, but his best friend's mouth at his shoulder, down the lines of nerves that made him shake did not, neither did the strong, firm hand on his back, his hip... One hand clung to Wintergreen's thigh as the other slid back in over Addie's breast, long, firmer caress than earlier.