Layla would have bet even money that to anyone with fewer available points of view on life her reaction was pretty definite: Her head fell back, the line of her throat taught as her whole body pulsed upward for a moment, and she moaned softly, rocking back against him out of an impulse for more because that had been excellent. It lasted the space of a moment- two, at the outside- but it was a lot to have happen very quickly. She dropped her chin back down so she could kiss him, although she had to settle for the side of his cheekbone, first, and then the corner of his mouth before she properly found his lips.