She knew that. Knew that he wanted her, could always tell when he reacted to her, which was why she'd been trying not to be present so much. She wouldn't be able to handle the guilt if he got hurt because she'd distracted him. But she'd pulled back too much, let him work himself too hard, and she was going to have to find that balance so that he didn't get this worn down again.

He growled at her and rolled them and she felt that heat go through her again. She loved this man. Loved his skin. Loved his voice. Loved the way he smelled. She'd missed the taste of him, so she sucked at his lip, moving a little to spread her knees to either side of him so that the next shift of her body against his had him touching, then sliding up into her. Of course she was wet. He existed and was in her vicinity. It was cause and effect at this point. So she took advantage of that, feeling that grip on her ass as she moved her mouth down to tongue at his piercing. "Have me," she whispered, sucking at the ring and tounging around it as she lifted up off his cock just enough to let her slam back down.