Much better. It was nice to distract her. Very nice, when she was holding onto him and returning his kisses. R'ger kept them up, teasing her lips with catches of his teeth and nudging her backwards and backwards, step by step, ever toward the bedchamber and the warm furs that she'd bolted out of too quickly. "It is," he confirmed. Or decided. It didn't matter; he had no intention of letting her leave him any time soon, or of leaving himself.
"You said that things were moving too slow. Do you remember, Imogen?" He was murmuring against her lips, his voice low and hot. "I wouldn't take you to bed last night, because I wanted you to be awake and responsive. I want you to remember. Are we still moving too slow, now that you aren't out-of-your-mind drunk?"