She hardly needs the urging. Between the things he's doing with his mouth and what he's saying, the way he sounds when he says it, Meredith isn't sure she could keep her legs together if she tried and she has no inclination to try. She just wants him everywhere, pressing up against him, flushed with desire. Turning her head to kiss him, she steadies a hand on his arm, a moan rising in her throat. "Okay, that wasn't fair," she murmurs, catching his lower lip lightly between her teeth.