The snakes in her belly quiet, charmed by his mouth, his lips and tongue against her skin. She threads her fingers into his hair to hold him, makes a low, soft sound in her throat to share her appreciation. Guys are pigs about tits, but once they have them, they usually don't know what to do with them. Neal knows.

Oh gods he knows, and knows her, knows exactly what he's doing to her. She's so easy for him. Wet already and wanting. But she knows him, too. Good things come to Kates who wait. Who let Neal decide what he wants. Later, maybe, she'll decide, but for now, she's good, happy to slide her hand down his shoulder and arch toward him, encourage him to keep that up, unless or until he wants something else.