His hand slid over her hip, palming the curve of it, then he settled an arm around the small of her back, holding her tight against him as they kissed, taking their time to learn each other's mouths. He cataloged all the ways she gasped when he touched her, the way her hips twitched as the rough pad of his thumb brushed over her nipple, the warmth of her where she sat astride his lap.

He was hard against her, and distantly, it unsettled him that he had so little control over his own body, but if someone else should take control of him, it seemed only natural that it be her.