Kate was just never going to get over how confident (not to mention good) he was at this, when he could barely talk about it without turning the color of a ripe tomato and stumbling over his words. It just didn't seem to add up, but she wasn't about complain about it.

Not that she was even thinking about that now. No, she'd save all that for later. It would be useful as a shield against the dark thoughts, but right now she didn't need one because she had him and his tongue and his lips all between her legs, and she couldn't keep herself from looking down again, just to see him.