He tries to laugh but it comes out a choked, broken sort of moan as she presses their hips together. "We'll do dinner some time, I promise you."
Just not now. Not when his cock is pressed against her stomach and her leg is wrapped around him and he can barely breathe from how pleasurable the sensation is.
Erik's breath comes in starts and pants, and he cups Gaz's face in his hands, kissing her desperately.