“Da,” he whispered. Looking at her, seeing the fire behind her eyes, lit one in him as well. He laid a trail of kisses over her jawline, moving up to her ear so that he could murmur to her. “I want to make love to you.”
There wasn’t much of a doubt in him that Gaby wanted that as well, but Illya wanted to be absolutely positive. He hitched her up a bit further on his body, then kissed over and down her neck, sucking gently at her flesh. They were heading in the direction of the bedroom, but slowly enough that Gaby could stop him if she wished.