Hemingway definitely enjoyed that he could get her as tightly wound as he was - the desperately lustful look in her eyes, the barely suppressed moan. And her words just made him shiver with desire. "Oh, far too long, Knightly," he insisted. Even if it were five minutes away it would have been too long.
He bit his lower lip, a slight growl in his chest as her lips teased at his neck. She really knew how to get him worked up. "Hardly seems fair," he murmured, caring far more about her lips than a name in that moment.