Zane's wounded arm remained pressed up against his chest as he pulled her in at an angle that was comfortable to them both. With only one hand able to take appreciation of her figure, Zane moved his touch slowly and carefully upon her body. He could not understand or comprehend the extent of how he had missed the way she kissed. Candace's hands focused upon his face as her fingers slid through his apex haircut and gripped on his slightly damp hair to pull him on for a deeper kiss. Both committed to a French kiss, the speed and depth of the kiss had grown more intense as Candace withdrew her mouth to gain breath. Unable to keep her at a distance, Zane pulled her back towards him with his lips solid upon her neck. A light purr left her kiss as she gripped the solid oak edge of the pool table
