Both bodies hit the mattress in sweaty exhaustion. The silk sheets still slick from the activity between them, Jane brought up the cover around them and felt Lisbon’s hair on his chest, and her hand across his broad torso, drawing lazy circles at his ribs with her fingertips.
"Jesus," Lisbon murmured, burrowing closer to Jane as she fought the sticking of the sheets on her skin.
She felt his arm loop around her shoulders and felt him chuckle, the sound echoing through his chest. Both were still sopping wet with the heat of want, and there was a slight shiver from Lisbon, still coming down from the high.