Wonderfully ragged, and enough to get him to make one of his own. His own hands were similarly occupied as well, one holding her leg up by the thigh, the other behind her head, tangling in her hair, mostly to keep from knocking her head against the wall.

The rhythm was getting faster, more eager, and Kanan wasn't about to ease up or slow down unless there was some urgent need to.

There wasn't, right?