[Boone's hands feel like they're everywhere. Lust is so acutely aware of his body, all of his body. His bare chest against hers, the swell of his arousal, the heat of his hands and arms... it's so much.]

[It makes her think of the ocean. A strong, overpowering force that she only partially understands. She remembers the early summer, when he went into the sea with her. She'd trusted him even then. And even then, he'd looked after her. That was what really mattered, when it came down to it. He cares in that certain way that appeals so much. Lust doesn't need anyone to protect her or look after her, but it's something she finds herself seeking anyhow.]

[Her own hands drift downwards, over the sides of his waist, lingering at the waistband of his trousers.]

I think it would be wise of us to move to the bed shortly.