She needs more. One hand twitches his tie apart, fumbles with the button on his shirt until she gets it open. She shifts higher, painting his skin with lingering, wet kisses. She feels his hand touch the bare skin at the back of her thigh and she shudders out a breath. Her hips roll into his, dancing with him again, teasing him with a hint of sweet friction.

"I love you," she whispers, and deep in the growing connection between them, he can feel her trembling to say it.