Some of the stiffness spun out of her when he pulled her closer, and even more slipped away when he explained. She knew it all, already - she knew. But how long had it been...? (Not long - too long - how long?) Her skin hurt, literally filled itself with aching until she thought she might burst from it. Her fingers kneaded desperately at his waist, at his shoulder, at the places where she'd anchored herself to him. She felt in all ways desperate and hungry and out of control. It made her sick to her stomach. It made her want to beg him to take the decisions out of her hands for now and just remind her again....
And then he did. She nearly shrieked, and strangled the sound as best she could. The touch of his mouth sent tart, sharp pleasure through her, and she'd completely forgotten how to receive it, how to handle it. The only thought in her head was, "More. More." And if she said it out loud, if she pleaded, she didn't quite realize it. Her other hand moved to his shoulder and she hopped up, catching to his waist with her legs. She was far thinner and more muscled than Aidan would have remembered, and the maneuver was easily done. When she'd gotten herself wrapped around him as much as she could, she held tight.
"Don't leave me," she demanded. But it was nothing like a demand.