His eyes are wide and dark and he squirms on the bed, trying to get more of himself under her. Luka bends one leg so it’s tucked along the backs of her calves and takes her shoulder in one hand. She can feel him hanging onto her but it’s hard to tell at once what he’s pulling against, since she isn’t be pushed anywhere. He closes his eyes and leans his head into the damp cloth.

His other hand runs up her side and over the front of her brasserie, cupping her tit and running his thumb along her soft skin.

“You’re helping me so much already,” he says breathlessly.