His head falling forward, Jamie let out a quiet moan, his back arching up into the press of her nails. For all that Layla Miller knew stuff, he was reasonably certain she hadn't the faintest idea what she was doing to him just then, how good she felt around him. He'd been functionally abstinent for a very long time, and in the interim he'd forgotten, somehow, this level of intimacy. Still, he kept things at a snail's pace, waiting for some indication that she wanted more.