She hears those fans softly whirring but can't possibly process what that might mean. It's background noise, a white sound helping wash away the world around them. All that exists is the two of them and where he's touching her, his warmth at her back and the delicious fleeting touches that she swears leave bits of electricity sinking into her skin.

And then—

Her voice pitches high in an almost keening sound as that pressure between her legs returns, his touch deeper this time and close to driving her crazy. She squirms against him, desperate for that sweet friction that's slowly building the wave of sensation inside her.

"Please," she repeats between gasping breaths, her expression still open and filled with need. "Please, Knock Out, don't stop. Please, I need—" A moan pulls itself from her throat and it takes effort to finish what she was saying. "I need more."