My finger slips in to the second joint, then third, as I arch against him through pure reflex, not thinking. And then he doesn't yell in pain, and the clench down around my finger is hot and good, not the too-tight clench of rejection, and my eyebrows climb toward my hairline. "Oh WELL then," I murmur, keeping my mouth near his ear as I tuck the tip of my next finger against the base of my first, pressing gently against his pucker. "You ARE a bundle of surprises. Was that an accident, or...?"