Derek squeezed her hand, though he was reluctant to move away, even to regard her. His other hand stayed on her hip, his thumb slipping beneath her shirt to slide along the waistband of her jeans.
"Slow," he mumbled. "Though Scott volunteered his help again today, so that will help next week."
He inhaled, rested his forehead against hers. "You tired? You want to go back to sleep?"