His mouth continues to press against her skin and his breathing quickens. She smells like citrus and laundry and Kate and it's hard to think about anything but this and her.

He hears her words and puts together what she's been trying to say. Part of him knows she's right and the other is quickly getting past the point of caring.

When her leg moves higher he arches against her again.

Breaking his lips from her neck he moves back up to her cheek, kissing her before reluctantly asking, "Really think we shouldn't?"