His mouth was still sticky against her skin, but she didn't care, not while his tongue was playing with her nipple like that. Lyra wriggled a little underneath him to try and open the robe a little more, still holding onto his wrists while he worked her nipple to a point, and she breathed out his name in a low sound of appreciation. God, it felt so good knowing no one was gonna interrupt them, and there was nowhere they had to be and nothing else they had to do except work out just how much each of them was able to push through a hangover in the pursuit of pleasure. When Avery lifted his head to look all smug at her, she freed his wrists and wrapped her hands around his head instead, pulling him in for a long, languid kiss as her body curled into his.
Maybe they shoulda talked about what they were gonna do with this newfound legal document thing, but they didn't. It could wait. They had better things to be doing with each other than talking.