"We'd better be under attack!" Darius yelled in frustration, pulling away just as he was about to enter her.
She regarded him through heavy-lidded eyes.
"We're about ta enter a tight spot," was Jorah's muffled reply from the other side of the door.
"How tight?" Darius asked as his gaze flicked to her. The hunger in it made her squirm.
"Tighter dan a vir - um. Er - " Jorah stammered, and she couldn't help but grin.
Darius groaned. "I have to go." The words emerged so reluctantly she couldn't help but feel flattered.
"Pity," she replied before daring to run her fingers down her ribcage, noting how his eyes followed their descent. She stopped at the top of her pubes.
He swallowed. "I'll be back soon as I can."
"I'd like that," was her honest reply, which only seemed to make him smolder even hotter.
He dressed quickly, obviously in a rush, and yet he took a moment to lean over and kiss her. Deeply. Thoroughly.