It's not quite a squirm, but something close, as he shifted his hips under her. The only good feedback he was used to was the fact that he'd survived and he'd brought most of his men back alive as well. And that felt like enough.

But this was something more, and he felt acutely aware of the front of his body, like every nerve ending was incredibly awake and sensitive to the warmth of her shape against his chest, the little movements of her thigh muscles around his hips.

And the soft vibration of her voice in his ear pulled a sound from his own throat, something like a low whimper. He lowers his face to try to nuzzle against her cheek, one hand drawing its weight slowly across her lower back, down her thigh.