There was some mutual groaning here. Marc certainly hadn't lost his taste for the feel of Harley clinging to him (what? She'd earned it. Or snuck past all his defenses which was effectively the same thing) or for her doing things to him with her nails or anything else she might feel later inspired to try.

Marc helped her out by grabbing her by her hips, pulling her up to meet him as he thrust harder and faster, his strength and intensity possibly making her think more and more of that truck she'd mentioned earlier.