Zoey leaned into him, fingertips still mapping his skin as she kissed him. It was all a matter of experimentation, discovering what he did or didn’t like; no matter how much he assured her he wasn’t ‘difficult to please’. Exploration was enjoyable, anyway. Just call me Magellan, she thought with a soft, breathless laugh against his lips.

She began, once again, pressing kisses to the line of his jaw, working her way slowly down his neck, pausing to nip gently at his earlobe. Then she moved lower, kissing leisurely down to the crook of his neck.