He tries to lock his knee around hers, maybe to give himself enough leverage to flip her onto her back, like that ridiculous "leg war" game you play when you're a kid. She surprises him with the pressure of her hips and he defeats his own dogged self control with a grunt that's more hungry than frustrated, one that rumbles seamlessly into a low laugh.

The muscles in his leg lock and he pulls her over onto her side, his hands chasing the length of her body until he winds up on top, thigh between her knees. He bends his mouth to her collarbone, flicking his tongue over the shapely curve of skin, her salt and her sweetness filling his mouth.