It's not really something he'd had weighing on his mind - bigger fish to fry, so to speak. But now that he's settled between her legs, with her pajama pants half down and his cock out-- well really, there's no not thinking about it.

Which means peeling her out of her pants, ducking his head and bumping his forehead less than gently against hers. Prompts a belated "Sorry," pressed against her cheek. The smell of her hair, the taste of her skin - it hooks something almost painful in him, makes his mouth water and his chest ache as he sucks in a breath, fighting her pajamas over her knees and down.