Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Anatoly moved from her ear to her neck and then to her shoulder, leaving light, tantalizing kisses. The hair was in the way, and he couldn't help but laugh a little as he gently moved it to the side. He'd never ever imagined that hair would become an issue during this sort of thing with Lex.

He shivered at the touch, burying his face in her shoulder for a moment, just enjoying the sensation. It was a light, softer touch, but with the possessive hint that was so clearly Lex.