Her reaction was almost endearing, which was a weird thought to have crossed his mind considering what she was reacting to, but undeniable all the same. Layla Miller knew stuff, but this, as far as he could tell, was well outside her area of expertise. Smiling against her, his hands slid up her sides, nails dragging along her skin absently as he savored the taste of her, noting her each and every sound and move, because this, he felt, was something he ought to remember.