Although his words sent a thrill up Sookie's spine, one that manifested in the quaver of her breath as she returned his kiss, what she couldn't help but notice was the warmth of his hands as they grazed against her skin. There was no need to gasp at their touch in the way that she had with Bill's, as cold as they often were in the chill of the night. No, this was entirely new, starting over, with someone who was alive. She pushed forward with an eager groan, kissing him more assertively as one hand raked down his chest to settle at his belt, tugging it free of the buckle as quickly as she could manage.

"I like the sound of that," she confessed between kisses, fingers lingering by his hip as she toed her sandals off, then slowly worked on the zipper of his jeans. "Pretty sure mine have their work cut out for them, too."