Herrick took a moment to drink her shiver in, eyes easily meeting hers as she looked up at him. As her fingers curled around the nape of his neck, his hand finally settled properly on the small of her back, although he only wanted to maintain this tantalizing half-distance between them.
When she paused, their lips apart, she'd be able to hear Herrick's breath catch in anticipation and delight. His eyes slid closed when she leaned in, and he made a hushed, appreciative sound at the feeling of her lips, even if it was a relatively innocent touch.
For the faintest moment, he nuzzled his nose against Yvaine's and guided her hand lower on his hips, drawing her hand behind him so she could hold him like he was holding her.
"Good," Herrick finally murmured, and he mirrored the kiss to the corner of her mouth, but rather than end it there, his lips kissed lower, along her jaw, and finally just beneath it, soothing the drag of his teeth with another kiss, although he was gentle as to not leave any marks.
He knew how this sort of thing worked.
"I could spend a long time admiring you," he said, letting some heated intent out with his words. His lips drifted lower, kissing just that bit further away from her jaw.
"Every last beautiful piece."