Without her on his lap, Noble felt embarrassed — a faint flush rose in his cheeks. It felt silly that he was the one to call things off, because that — wasn't really what men were supposed to do, was it? But he didn't want to have a pregnancy on either of them, didn't want to have to brew her an abortion potion, did not want to have to live with the consequences.

There was no solace here.

He swallowed. "Would you — lie down?" Noble asked, sounding sheepish. He was remembering how much she'd liked when he kissed her breasts, and wanted to go back to that, the unfettered sounds of her desire, rather than the current awkwardness of the situation. "There's something I want to try."