The quick, sharp motion from Addie made him look up, but she was looking at Wintergreen, confusion on her face, but god, the feel of her arching under his mouth, against his chest... Sweat-sheened skin slick and hot against his, rich, heady scent of her in his nose, her taste on his tongue, in the back of his throat, the sound of her heart, her breath--god, he'd missed her so long.

And Wintergreen's solid strength behind him, sure, callused hand wrapped around him... so perfect, this.