Sweeney tries to be strong, to remain as unaffected as he's able to, but when she gets determined, he can't stop himself from trembling against her, and his hips start a tight rocking, each one pushing her into his hand.

Her neck held, exposed, he licks up the length of it before nipping at her jaw. His breaths are short and shallow against her skin, accented by the path of his tongue. Fuck, how he wants her.

But he wants--no, he believes--he can force her over the edge, and the stroke of his thumb is undeterred by either of their squirming.

Let me have this. Let me give this to you. So we can both have what we want.