"This must be what leads up to rapture, then," he murmurs deliriously, exhaling a groaning sigh against her neck just as her mouth makes its way along his shoulder, his thumb massaging the warm crook of her thigh. His free hand then slips under the folds of her robe and up her side, his fingertips just brushing the lower curve of her ample breast, still consciously holding back if only to heighten the sensation, the anticipation, the exhilaration of finally having her to himself...