Bite at his throat, rumble of Wintergreen's low voice, stroke that made him shudder and shift into his hand, pressing back against the hard length pressed tight to his body--Addie so close, biting her lip (lovely), her scent thick, strong, heady enough to make him half-dizzy with wanting her...

He shifted enough to tip his head forward, kiss at her throat, her shoulder, taste her skin. Lift a hand to caress the fine skin along the outer line of her hip slowly, other hand flattened back against one of Wintergreen's thighs, still.