The kind of times like that one where he'd made her tear up? Yeah, if she was going to be talking about it, she wasn't going to be looking at him.

But, settling to a slow pace of rubbing circles over her underwear was a great excuse to close her eyes with a sigh. "Good," she said. "It feels good. Everything's intense and drawn out, and I can hear you breathing. My body's tingling all over and every stroke adds to a slow burn in the pit of my stomach. And it's... satisfying. Being that close. I like the frantic things, the biting and the rough stuff, but when we're connected and slow, it's ––"

She sighed again.

"It's like nothing else."