Not a damn thing could keep her from him, not when he's begging and desperate. She pulls away from him and sets a knee up onto the mattress to follow that asking hand in her hair, pushing him back as she goes.

"What do you want?" she asks, and settles herself over him, her body a long line over his. She brackets his head with her forearms and presses kiss after feverish kiss to his mouth. "Tell me."