Naomi worked her fingers along Xavier's back, digging into the knots beneath his skin. She shifted her weight, her thighs tightening around his waist as she leaned forward to reach his shoulders.
"You're good at this," Xavier mumbled into the pillow.
"I'm good at lots of things," she purred, though she fought to keep her tone even.
The silk nightgown she'd borrowed rode up her thighs as she moved. Each time she pressed into a particularly tight spot, Xavier would make a small sound that reverberated low in her stomach, and her hips rocked against his back on instinct.
This might be her last chance to have him all to herself. Soon they'd reach Hearthome, find Calypso, and everything would change. Then there was Efler—or Ashley, if Xavier was right. The thought alone made her dig her thumbs harder into his muscles, drawing another groan from him.
"Too much?" she asked, easing the pressure.
"No," Xavier's voice came muffled through the pillow. "It hurts in the best way."
