"Perhaps I ought to go," Delaney said, reluctance obvious in her voice and face, still staring at Maeve's lips and aching to kiss them again. "I don't seem to be able to control myself around you."
But she made no move to get out from under Maeve or stand up or even move at all, just laying there staring up at her, aching between her legs. Involuntarily her hips bucked up, rubbing herself lightly on Maeve's leg.