If he'd had a single doubt left in his mind, it disappeared completely as he let his fingers coax her open, as the evidence of her own arousal made them slick. The logical, rational side of his brain had left the building, and all that was left was a rising urgency and need, spurred on by the tight, wet heat that clenched around his finger as he slowly pressed it into her.

His cock throbbed in sympathy, twitching in her grasp, though her weight on his thighs kept him from thrusting into her grip. Christ, he needed her.