Well, I've got a few pages further with chapter eight. It's going a little sticky, though. I think I excited myself so much with chapter seven that this one now seems a bit... anti-climactic. I have a feeling this one's going to need considerable re-editing when my first draft is done. However -- you can't edit something that hasn't been written, so I'm going to plod on.
Want a sample?
"Her pulse began to race. The mere vision of his half-naked body made her recall every plane, every muscle, every movement, and every heartbeat she’d felt when she’d been wrapped in his arms."