Martin held her thigh up around him and lifted her, his movements surer than they’d been on the last occasion. They were lying on their sides now. Her back was flush against him, grinding her ass on his length. His fingers shook with urgent want as he gently pushed her hair out of his face, trailed that hand down to stroke her all over. She ground against him again, sighing softly, her own hand darting between them to cup him in her hand and trace the shape of him with her fingertips. Martin groaned and she turned her head to him, let him grasp the side of her throat and press a kiss to her lips.