He gasped and shuddered. Yes, that particular move had sent pleasure running roughshod through him, exactly the right angle through the clothing. There was no hiding his arousal, not that he was tempted to try now. He was achingly hard. The scrape of teeth across the top of his shoulder earned her one across her pulse point, careful not to leave a mark.

He pressed up again, a slow, controlled roll of hips and flex of thighs. A small vocalization came with his harsh exhale, a protracted sound he wasn't able to swallow back in time.

He settled a hand to her shoulder to guide her back a bit into the support of his other arm. His lips traced the span of a collar bone, tongue dipping into the hollow.