The hand that held his to her breast tightened, fingers twining together, holding on to him. There were stirrings of emotion in her, a warm, curled presence in her gut that didn't want this to end, but it was quite inevitable at this point. She'd pushed herself hard enough that there was no stopping it.
Her voice joined his in a low groan that shifted into the sound of his name as it hit her, the fingers on his chest digging in. When it was past, several shuddering breaths later, she wanted to tumble like water over him, sink into his skin in a different way, but she had to be sure her work was done.
She opened her eyes and sucked in a calming breath and searched to meet his gaze.