"That wasn't a complaint, it was just a... " It was hard to finish a sentence when she was such a distraction. He pulled back to take her in, eyes roving up then down. "Uh, observation."

Smiling, he rested his forehead against hers and complied with the request. Walking her backwards, he let his hands slide up and down her sides, mindful of the bruising, and around for a feel of her backside.