Words still felt like more than he could manage. He laughed, pressing up under her, one arm curled around her slim waist. He had to be able to say it. Once he wouldn't have had the words, even after his voice was returned to him, but he did now.

"I want you... on top of me," he gasped. It sounded clumsy, but he supposed it would get the job done. And he did want it. God, he wanted it so much.