She kept shifting in his lap, starting to make a serious of needy whimpers, as if she were seeking something. Which was exactly what she was doing. She needed him inside her or she was going to start clawing at him. Her body was more than ready for him. She'd been ready around the time she climbed in his lap.

"Gonna have to keep food here. Keep your strength up." Because she had every intention of wearing him into the ground.