Kate's still quaking, and pulsing inside when he pulls away. She lets him go. Of course she does. Why wouldn't she? It's what she wants, right? No strings, no promises, just repeat performances.

She stretches her arm out to touch him, then rolls up to her side. "Like what, babe? Best you've ever had?" she tries out, but the smirk falls flat and not even the husky, sex-raw tone of her voice can hide how soft it is.