His name was on her tongue again, but it was cut off by a sharp intake of breath as he thrust harder and her other hand slid around to the back of his neck, then into his hair. She shifted, tilting her hips, another breathless whimper escaping as the friction increased and it was so close to perfect. She could feel the strength in his hands and she breathed out hard, wanting to kiss him again, lifting her chin to press her mouth to his, though it was hardly a kiss at all. All she wanted was more, more of him, more of everything.