She can defer the raw emotion for the moment of tenderness, thinking back on their first date and how much of a bad idea everything had seemed and yet down much she'd been hooked on him from the first moment.

It's appreciated, but it certainly stokes the fire and as soon as it is appropriate to do so, she adjusts her legs on either side of him and settles back, reaching down to help guide him into her. She lets out a long, low breath as she does so, grinding down on him for the initial press so she can enjoy the sensation of him just filling her completely, and then she starts to move, ramping up to a feral, desperate speed.

"Damn, Eddie --"