His left thigh was somewhat thinner than his right from muscle deformation, but he didn't jump or react to her hands touching him there. The pain was a throb if anything at all, and he'd long since learned to suppress it.

As for her next motion, the rest of the lower half of his body jerked to life in response, and he growled again---not a word, just a growl. He cupped one of her breasts with a hand and pinched a nipple between two fingertips.

How long had he desired her, like this? So long, though before many things kept them apart. Now, it took one trip into his bedroom before they fell into bed together. Years and years worth of want.