My face feels flushed as I look into Quill's eyes. His kisses my cheek, my lips, and the curve of my breast.
"Yes." I whisper, low enough that he can still hear me.
He kisses me deeply, exploring my mouth with his tongue, his hand cupping my face. He didn't need to tell me that he wanted more; I could feel himself harden against me. Yet he didn't pressure me, or even mention like Mason would have.
He cares, I thought, and then he did something with his tongue that made me moan in his mouth. That must have excited him even more because his other hand moved to rub down my breasts and tease my nipples.
Stars, I thought, tangling my hands in his hair.
And then he stopped, leaning away from me, hand still on my breast.
"Are you okay?" he asked, breathing a bit erratic.
"Yes." I replied, forgetting about how tired and aching my body had been.
