Xanthippe kissed him back like she was more than willing to be devoured. There was zero reason for her not to let him. He was pretty much getting a general free pass to all of her on this visit, anyway.

One of her arms wound its way around his neck, but the other continued in a valiant effort of slowly and lightly mapping the expanse of his chest and down over his stomach.

It was perhaps a little more halting and haphazard than before, but still a valiant effort.