It's instinct to curl his hands around her hips, and then she's talking about shagging him and his body screams yes, please without any intervention from his brain. He pulls her down against him, and then groans in pleasured agony at the feel of her against him. He's kissing her back as she talks, and when she cuts off mid-sentence, he doesn't notice at first. He's distracted, and panting quietly, and trying desperately to remember the myriad of reasons why this is a bad idea.

'Jus' what?'