He knew precisely how to touch her to turn her on, from their long association and just because she was so easy to read. He also knew that she would be very easy to arouse again after leaving their bed unsatisfied.
His fingers played with her nipples, feeling them harden and her moan. It was erotic.
"Can't make any promises," he said, mostly lightly, "but it's an attempt we can make a good go of." He smirked down at her.
"I love you too," he told her, and he meant it. And he really didn't think he could help things like what had happened earlier, though he'd try to remember to make sure she was taken care of before him.