Oh, God. I'm not even sure I believe in any higher power, but Layla's making a good case for His existence right about now, I'll admit to that. It's about the only coherent thought I can manage.

Nothing but encouraged, Jamie kissed her, hard, any pretense of not pushing her too far -- of staying gentle -- slipping from his grasp bit by bit. She was a fast learner, undoubtedly, and it had been a damn long time since he'd done anything like this. What little fooling around they'd done had built up his stamina a bit, but nothing compared to the real thing, a fact he'd somehow forgotten in his years of abstinence. He had a feeling he wouldn't be forgetting again anytime soon.