"Ask me again in ten minutes or so," Beckett murmurs, her voice trailing off at the end of the thought as she draws in another relaxed breath.

The thought that any one person could walk in on what's going on hasn't even occurred to her; neither has the thought of asking him to stop, because it feels too good to tell him to put the brakes on things just yet. One more minute, she keeps telling herself. Just one more, and maybe one more after that.