He smelled her familiar scent as she wrapped her arms around him. He put the cigar in the ashtray and gently pried her arms from around him, his mood shifting between that of arousal and uncertainty. He hauled her into his lap if she didn't stop him, then buried his face against her neck and placed a feather like kiss along her neck because he couldn't help himself. He was a man starved for her. "The only one I really wish ta marry is in me lap right now, but ye keep ignorin' me suit." Then he gently pulled his face away so he could look at her.