"Mm, yes you are-" he confirmed, feeling himself hard as hell as his attention moved to the opposite breast, tongue flicking against her nipple- hearing all about their girlfriend with another guy might not have been such a turn on for everyone, but Hemingway had never claimed to be normal in his passions.
And she was still talking, and Jesus- he found himself moaning against her skin as he visualised it, his over-active imagination doing him a million favours in that moment. "Fuck Knightly, you really are a scandal," he told her, in an oddly pleased tone.