Lila
He was being careful with her, and she didn't want him to be. She wanted all of him, not half his mind, or half his intention. But he was worried about keeping the blanket around her shoulders, worried about hurting her rib. His mind was elsewhere and she could tell.
When he dropped his head back against the wall she knew he was struggling, and she brought him back—showed him, the only way she could, that she wanted him, needed him, right there, with her.
She could feel his arousal, but he still focused on kissing and touching her. She feared he'd keep himself away, apart. So she reached between them and brought him up, palming him, stroking him as they kissed.
Dane sucked in, and his kiss intensified, his hands fisted on the blanket at her back, his breath thundering in her ear.
