"Good." It came out as a soft, almost guttural grunt against her lips, lost in their kiss. For a moment he trembled slightly with restraint.
Internally, his mind rang with klaxons and warning bells telling him he had gone stark raving mad. But sex, lust, and yes, love were never about sanity at all. He told his inner critic to shut up for a minute, and then gave himself to the moment.
Mal gathered her up against his chest, lifting her from the bed with both arms. As he did, he shifted his weight and moved closer, bringing one knee over hers until he was more atop her than not. As the dam broke and he finally gave way, he became almost frantic for a moment, pressing her close to him, his brow tight with something like pain. He kissed her fiercely, hand cupping the back of her neck.