They stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing hard, hearts pounding against each other, bodies cooling.

Finally, Daniel rolled to the side, pulled Emma with him so she was tucked against his chest. His hand traced lazy patterns on her back, over the curve of her hip.

"Best wedding gift ever," he murmured into her hair.

Emma smiled against his skin. "Actually, that wasn't the real gift."

Daniel pulled back to look at her. "What?"

"The lingerie. That was just… well foreplay if ...