Controlled as Jamie could be -- and had been, in fact, up until that moment -- one look from Layla, the right look from Layla, was enough to unravel him just a little. His eyebrows rose, slightly, in silent acknowledgment, and without further prompting, he rocked against her with a renewed sense of purpose, matching her pace, then surpassing it, even if, in the back of his mind, he was still consciously aware to not push her too far.