More than happy to give him whatever she could, which was why she'd gone up in the first place, she shifted against him and whimpered happily. It was something she didn't have to fake, didn't have to be anything but herself to do. He could take her gentle or wild.

She found a spot on his neck to pay attention to, somewhere she knew had a tendency to make him make the most marvelous noises. She wanted that from him.