His skin prickled with desire as she moved her hands down his arms, and Much dug his blunt fingernails into her back in response, pulling her even closer to his body. "Aaah Leila," he said, flicking his eyes across her face, finding it very difficult to draw his eyes away at all. "I kinda want to carry you through to your bedroom but I don't want to stop touching you enough to move." It was a dilemma, and she was so good at helping him work those out.