Anita nuzzles his throat a little more openly, her hand sliding up and down his side, all the way to his hip and back again. It's warm and wonderful, like pieces clicking into place. Her heart calms, as does her mind, and she slowly becomes comfortable against him.

"Is this what you wanted?" she whispers against his neck.

Because it sure as hell what she'd wanted but been unable to vocalize.

Or unwilling to.

Most likely the latter.