"Ah, Maker," he murmured. If he had realized her reason for restraint in that moment, he'd have thanked her. It felt like teasing, instead, delicious and frustrating both.

He shivered again and gave a stronger rock of hips. Every soft press of her lips and light flick of tongue had him wanting more. "Yes," he said, his voice thicker and rougher now. "More than all right." His hands slipped down to rest at her hips, the squeeze too firm to be a casual hold, too much tension in his arms and chest.