He held himself up as she came down, smile twitching up his lips under his moustache. "You'd love -" a sharp intake of breath as she clenched around him - "you'd love what's truly goin' on in that brain o' mine," he finished protesting, still smiling around his words. How could he not? Here she was, goddamn gorgeous on top of him - and then she rocked her hips, and he groaned, fingers curling on her thigh.