She bit her lip delicately, trying not to make too much noise for the chauffeur to overhear, but even so a faint whimper got through. She'd missed this, missed how precise and perfect his hands were, like they had sentience separate from his. "Do you now," she murmured, trying to sound sure of herself even though she was breathless. "Maybe we should make use of it sometime."
"You don't have to tell me, I already know. I missed it too." She turned her head to kiss his jaw, as his neck was covered and not something he liked anyway. She could've told him then that she loved him. Had he been any other man, she probably would have. But Skwisgaar was a man of action, not words, and she wanted to show him instead. Her teeth found his ear, and nibbled faintly. "How much longer do we have?" She could've chuckled at how they always seemed to have sex in limos if she hadn't been too turned on to care.