Jag made a happy little moan when their hips aligned right, and only just resisted the urge to go down on Val then and there. "Show me that bedroom, then," he asked, a glint in his eyes. "I'm banking on a completely decadent bed." But he couldn't quite resist completely - he'd always been shit at impulse control - and slid a hand in between them, tracing Val's shape through his jeans as his lips trailed along his jaw.