He rolls with her, planting knees into the mattress to keep himself above her, the upper half of his weight resting on an elbow while his other hand continues to play her like an over-tightened bow string.

It isn't just winding her up, though. Touching her, hearing her moan and say his name, the scent of her strong on the air, and all the naked flesh between them, he's driving up the wall, too, and ready to snap.

Bowing his head under her arms and leaning in, his breath falls on the sensitive skin of her neck and he whispers into her ear, "Karen, I want you."

It's then he slides a finger into her, giving into that begging, but knowing there's still more.