Oddly enough, he'd begun to tremble; from what, he didn't know. Perhaps a combination of desire, pleasure, and his body naturally reacting to the air in the room mingling with the dampness of his skin.

He laid back against the pillows, watching Sarah with overwhelming love. He knew what came next--remembered that, at least, from last night--but preferred not to initiate it. It should come only when Sarah was ready, he felt. In the meantime, his free hand kept up rhythmic caresses on her skin, across her cheek.