His breath hitched silently, and he glanced around furtively, licking his lips. He shifted in his kneeling position, his pants feeling tighter. God, he needed to stop, but he didn't want to. If she woke up and caught him... if someone walked in... he really didn't need this right now.
Or rather, he did. But he shouldn't.
He let his fingers drift from her face, fingering the sheet. One hand curved around her calf for a moment. Just going to pick her up. The excuse hovered on the tip of his tongue, ready at a moment's notice.
He really should wake her up.
He really wanted to unwrap her.
He really, really should wake her up.
And that asleep protesting was so hot. He remembered Susanna struggling, and how she liked it. The protest wasn't real, and he wanted it to be... and he hadn't had anything today, even his hand, and ...
He really, really should wake her up and walk away.