Kaidy gasps out a laugh; it's not at him, not this time: it's pure breathless enjoyment. She knew early on that she was going to enjoy him - and oh, God, she was right.

She takes one, two, three slow steps backwards towards the door, drawing him unsteadily with her. She has to pause to grope behind herself for the door handle; his hips bump against hers just so, and the nerve endings it sparks off make her hiss and swear and cling to him.

"Oh, God," she breathes, and laughs, and kisses him hard. "Told you I love short men."