"Fuck." That was smart of him, because Annie was more than happy to allow herself to be distracted. She planted her foot on the bed for a little leverage so she could grind with more intention against his leg, shifting needily and arching her neck for him.

She wasn't so distracted she couldn't slip a hand down his chest to play with a nipple, mind you. This might have been kind of...Annie-focused (which was part of what was making her self-conscious, of course), but she was more than aware of Diego's natural distractions, too.