Those words ought to make her nervous, but maybe she's just so overwhelmed by pleasure that she can't focus on it for long. She's wanted him, too, since even before that first night together and things had become complicated, confusing, and they finally feel as if they've worked themselves out.

They're here and she can be with him, but she can be with Loki, too. She can love him and still want this.

And everything feels okay.

"Fuck," she says on a harsh exhale, rolling her hips into his touch, riding his cock, her breath pulling out of her in another gasp as they kiss.