Any part that would cause him to smile.

“Sophie, you devil.” When Harrison pulled away, the smile was fixed in place. Even though it was accompanied by a rueful laugh and a shake of his head, nothing could dim its power. “What are you doing? I thought we were supposed to be getting my heart rate up and my blood sugar down, not cavorting in the wilderness.”

“Who says we can’t do both?” she retorted. “They say sex burns just as many calories as a thirty-minute jog. That’s three miles we could lop off our final tally.”

He stared at her with a look so staggered she almost feared she’d gone too far. Pushing Harrison a little bit outside his comfort zone was fine—in fact, it was the only way she was going to get through to him—but she didn’t want to push him away.

Then he dropped his mouth to hers, and she realized that he wasn’t going anywhere. There was no time to revel in that searing heat of his or the way his body felt against hers. There was no time to do anything, really, besides accept the demands he made, one after another.

One hand was in her hair, his fingers tugging at the short strands. His other hand wound toward her lower back, pulling her flush against him. His lips bypassed the playful nuzzling stage and pressed her own open, allowing him to sweep his tongue into her mouth until her head swam with possibilities.

In other words, he kissed her—not just a sample or a nibble, but a hot, throbbing, full-body demand that left her weak in the knees. It was also tender in ways she hadn’t been expecting.

She would have had difficulty pinpointing exactly how that tenderness was taking shape. It was the way he cradled her in his arms, his body making a nest for her to burrow into, her limbs coiling into the warmth of him. It was the way his kiss moved away from her lips and along her jawline, soft pecks and light nibbles giving over to what she could have sworn was an actual bite on the curve of her neck. That was what really gave the show away.

He was tasting her, sampling her, devouring her.

Sophie had been kissed plenty of times before. In fact, she’d started young. The teenage cancer ward was a breeding ground of exploratory vice, so many of the kids unsure how much time they had left that they weren’t leaving anything—including sex—up to chance.

But this? Wow. She wasn’t sure she’d ever been devoured before.

“Holy crap, you’re good at this,” she said, and turned her head to give him better access to her neck. She also buried her hands in his hair, holding his head in place in case he got any funny ideas about stopping before things got really interesting. “Amazing, actually. Do you practice on your pillow at night or something?”