Cynthia sank into his kiss, her body shivering.  Now that she had decided to give in, she was nervous.  Did he think she was to forward for asking?  What if she wasn't any good at sex?  Her mind was filled doubts, but her body demanded that she go forward.<br/><br/>A trembling sigh spilled from her lips as he kissed her neck and his deep voice whispered in her ear.  She tucked her face into the crook of his neck and shoulder, drawing his exotic scent into her lungs.  His big, warm hand was trailing over her body, spreading a fire in her, that she had no desire to be extinguished.  Shifting her head slightly she pressed her lips to the pulse pounding in his neck, followed by her tongue.  Pulling her head back a little her warm breath brushed across the damp sink as she said, "I don't care if it is here or in a bed or on top of the mountain next door,  as long as you are there with me and we are naked I will be happy." Her voice husky with desire, and her hand fisted in the front of his robes, she raised her face to his, her eyes searching his, "Is that a problem?"