The way his word caught somewhere in his throat as he tried to reply was ten kinds of hot that Daphne couldn't have explained if she'd tried. She moaned in response, fingernails pressing a little more firmly in against his thigh as she urged him to move against her. As much as she'd missed this, she'd been content to just be there with him that week. Sick or not, she'd just been happy to be in his presence, even if he was a grumpy thing the majority of his illness. She was glad to know he was feeling better, honestly. It mattered very little if her throat still ached a bit just knowing that he could breathe and move so damn perfectly against her.
His sexy talk was much better than her own and she moaned, her throat feeling scratchy around the sound but she cared too little to think much on it. Too overwhelmed by the way he moved to care about her throat. "You, too," she gasped, biting her bottom lip through another moan that couldn't seem to hold back a cough. She managed not to go into a fit, thankfully, but her muscles tightened around him with each of three little coughs. "Don't stop," she begged.