His groan mixed wonderfully with her moan, which maybe wasn't as loud but was still just as full of feeling. If lust and the initial rush of fulfilling a craving counted as feelings.

Because she'd developed a definite craving for the sensation of his cock filling her up since he'd shown up behind her door. And somehow it felt even better than she'd imagined, or than she remembered.

She didn't have a pithy quip to offer. But she could pull her hips up some, a little slow only because she was getting familiar with the movement. The thrust down to meet his hips again was decidedly quicker. "Oh, Jesus."