Her thighs closed as much as they could over his hand, and the way she moaned his name would have made him come again if he hadn't already.
She was breathing hard and leaning against him, and he felt, suddenly, the enormity of what they'd just done.
And grinned like a fucking maniac.
"God." He kissed her, pulling his hand up and looking at it, a bit shocked. It smelled like her. Musky, sweet, and he just stared at it for a moment before looking back at her. She was flushed and she looked so vulnerable, and he smiled, leaning in and kissing her again, his hand finally settling on her leg, because he knew she probably wouldn't want it in her hair.
"That.. You... Incredible." He'd just had his hand down a girl's pants. And he was pretty damn sure he'd made her come. And it wasn't any girl. It was Lucy. His girl.