Sweeney's hand pushes between her legs, but doesn't move up. Instead, he hooks the back of her closer thigh and yanks up roughly, flipping her onto her opposite side, pulling her back against his chest. Task completed, his hand lifts to deftly draw her hair back over her shoulder to expose the long line of her neck.

He leans forward to press his lips against her ear, even as his hand sinks back to her hip.

"Ya want it e'en if ya can't see it?"

His fingers dig, and he tugs her sharply back against him.