"Eleanor will worry," he murmured, but not with any real urgency. By his estimation they had at least another couple of hours. And he could always call her. He tipped his head back, humming softly, and the pleasure he felt now was lower, deeper, less needy but no less intense.

"I wonder what it would be like to do this in a dream." It occurred to him that they really might have hours there, in only a short time.