"Yeah, probably." She's grinning so hard, she thinks her cheeks will probably hurt tomorrow. A laugh starts to rise, and it melts into a soft sigh at the firm caress down her back. Her head dips, her cheek pressed against his. She holds her hips rigidly still, trying to keep from grinding on him, something instinct is screaming at her would be a wonderful idea, but she doesn't want to scandalize him.

"You feel good," she breathes. Understatement of the year, right there.