In the beginning, when she'd first started having intimate encounters, she'd worried about being so vocal. She was so deprived of even the most simple touch that the rush of pleasure had demanded she respond with audible sounds - gasps, moans, insistent pleas. But what if it was too much? So she'd tried to keep quiet, which had been neither encouraged nor discouraged by her partners, until she began her relationship with Remy. Her late husband had loved each and every sound she'd made; he'd learned to play her like a violin and she had very little doubt that Steve would do much the same.

"Steve!" she gave one last strangled cry before her muscles tightened around him in the strongest climax she'd had yet with him. Her body shook and she gasped for short, shallows breaths, almost whimpering as she lost the ability to think of anything by the immense pleasure washing over her. Because of her Steve.