"I must really like you," she answers and the teasing nature of her voice is lost a little in a breathless moan when Steve's fingers press inside of her. There's something so satisfying about it, especially with him, that sensation of being full, of having him on top of her, his mouth on her, and inside of her, too. Like he's everywhere.

And she wants him to be everywhere.

She moans into his mouth, her thighs falling open wider, inviting him in. She drags her fingers down his spine, her blunt nails catching his skin lightly as she hooks one leg around his.