He hasn't scanned the room for audio bugs either and he'd really like it if she didn't stifle those moans, but it's probably wise that she does. Either way, it adds fuel to that fire burning inside of him for her.

The way she whimpers his name like that shoots straight through him as does the way she rocks in his lap against him. He's so hard right now he aches with it and when she makes it clear that she's just as needy and wanting as he is, he wastes little time in getting the jumpsuit off. He lifts her and moves her to the side so that they're both lying down, so that he can shed the jumpsuit before moving beside her again. His hands are back on her skin, exploring and sliding against it, reveling in the way she feels. He's only wearing the boxer briefs he had on under the jumpsuit and they're thin enough that he's already glad he took the jumpsuit off and he rocks his hips against her.