Christian did groan. He remembered, remembered too well, the heady touch of lips and the hunger that followed - was following him now. For a second, a second only, he fought to retain some semblance of honor, fought to pull away -- but no, no. He did need her, needed her, needed... Oh, he wanted it to stop hurting, just to stop and go away, all of it, all of it.
"Yes," he murmured against her mouth, and then lost his inner battle. The countertop would do.