That was not going to be a problem, considering Annie was clinging to him like her life depended on it. Boneless afterglow would probably hit her in a moment; right now, she was still seeing spots and trying to maintain every possible point of contact with Diego.

She dotted uncoordinated kisses along his upper chest, still trying to catch her breath, and her hands uncurled themselves against his back, smoothing out an apology over the marks she was sure she'd left with her nails.