For just a second, she's ready to tell him again that he's the only one she went out with, certainly the only one she loves, but then he has his hand between her thighs again and Kate can only let out a soft moan instead. Whatever she was going to say is completely forgotten, because this is the only place in the world she wants to be right now and she can feel him under her, hard against the inside of her thigh. She's had this whole plan of taking it slow this time, driving him absolutely crazy if she can, but suddenly she's the impatient one, she just wants him inside her again and she forces herself to sit up, her hands braced against his chest.

After a deep breath, she manages a smile, looking down at him. "I like that, I don't think anyone's ever called me a menace before." And he's the first person to call her his anything, which she sort of really likes, too, because she is his. Kind of completely.

Her hips arch down again, grinding herself against him, and a breath catches in her chest before she ducks her head, pressing kisses to the line of his ribs, moving lower, over warm skin and the colourful ink that's absolutely everywhere. She pushes herself further down his body, reaching between them as she bites gently at the edge of his hip, and her fingers wrap around his cock, stroking as she trails kisses across his hip to his thigh.