That click of his tongue sounds like a warning, but one that comes just a hair too late.

"You said you wanted to hear less of it, not none at all," she says, and when he grabs her, Rosie knows immediately she ought to have stayed quiet. She yelps and struggles as he puts her into position, and by the time he's finished she's certain her face is redder than it's ever been. Shifting her hips, feeling the rough denim of Nick's jeans against her thighs, she tries to settle as comfortably as she can.