She pushed back against his hands, then his hips, torn between which she wanted more. That last thing she wanted was to make his life harder, but if he did get kicked out, he wouldn't be out in the cold. Little as she could admit it to anyone, she would take him in at least for the short term. It would certainly press the point of her honesty with him.

The minute she was under him, she broke out of the kiss and started kissing his chest and throat. She wanted to hear him make happy noises, sounds that she'd first heard on a roof top. "Love your skin. Love how you taste."