He had no idea what that remark meant, but his brain was taken out of the equation as soon as her hand touched him. He made a strangled sound, a dribble of precome sliding down his length and over his fingers. And hers.

He wanted to apologize, wanted to say sorry for getting her messy, but he couldn't get enough air in to make words. Instead, his eyes found hers, cheeks flaming a bright red as he tried to see what she was thinking.