"Careful," Annie warned, the word catching in her throat in a way that probably made it pretty clear why she was warning him. Not to mention the way she had pretty much abandoned hesitation as far as pulling on his hair and using it to communicate where she wanted him. "Careful, I -- fuck, Diego, you're too good."

And now she was using that bossy hair action to try to pull him up towards her, a bit. She would be willing to hear arguments if he really wanted to keep going, but she also was kind of desperate and on the verge and needed him, too.