She shivered when his fingers brushed over the scar on her neck and then tilted her head to the side when his lips brushed her shoulder. She closed her eyes, fingers softly kneading the back of his neck and encouraging him. Her body felt like it was waking up, a tingling inch at a time as his fingers smoothed over the small of her back. She arched slightly into the touch and bowed her head, lips and teeth grazing the curve of his neck. She let out a breath that whispered his name ever so slightly.