She melted a little when he repeated his promise to go slowly and told her again that he loved her. She knew she'd never tire of hearing those three words from him. "Almost as much as I love you," she murmured breathlessly, voice not even close to even. The way he nuzzled against her leg and gently caressed her hip helped ease some of her tension, though she felt a small flash of worry that he was using the injured hand. Her eyes flickered to his hand and then to his face in search of signs that he was in pain, but then he was curling his fingers again and stroking that wonderful place inside her. She shuddered slightly and let out a soft sound that was half moan and half whimper. It amazed her a little that even with three fingers it could feel good, but they were Jim's fingers. She shouldn't be surprised.