He still remembered their nonverbal shorthand, and withdrew his hand as she rode through her climax. Her breath in his ear was electric, the sounds of her and the feel of her coming apart enough to push him over the edge as well. His pants grew heavier, hands drifting to her hips to pull her against him as he came, back arching and thrusts becoming erratic.

He could feel the heat of their skin, the sweat making their bodies slick, soon to be cooling in the air of the room. Raylan turned his head, desperately seeking her mouth as the surge of his orgasm started to wane, wanting to kiss her lazily while he rocked against her a bit more. He wanted the moment to draw out as long as possible.