Laughing breathlessly, I let on leg fall to the mattress, body relaxing under his weight.

"We get in a lot of practice," I agreed, leaning shamelessly into his touch. Smiling up at him, I traced a fingertip along the bridge of his nose, over the swell of his lips, tapping gently at his chin. Struggling to keep a straight face, I added, "Don't let anyone tell you that you're not good with you're instrument."