It's little more than a whisper, but it makes his prick nearly jump in her hand. How is it, he thinks, that there are millions of people who are paid to have sex and none of them make it look anywhere near as powerful as Molly Hooper?

Unimportant, for now. She's all that matters. She holds his attention completely, captures his thoughts and rattles his heart.

Without breaking eye contact, he twists his wrist slightly, enough to let him work his middle finger into her as well. The change in angle also allows him to get both fingers in deeper, to press his thumb more firmly against her clit.

"Good," he rasps, an earnest question and a statement.