If it was any consolation, he would likely have scraped knees, scraped palms, and a sore jaw. But it was all quite worth it.

Ever her accidental whispers, even being called by the wrong name (but hadn't he been a Robert before? Absolutely--and more than once) were quite worth it.

He let go of her neck and laughed low in her ear. Take it slow for a second. Right names or wrong names or no names at all, he did kind of want her to whisper and whine and moan and scream.