His attraction was palpable, and she loved it.

"You're one of a kind, yourself," she purred. When his hands touched her knees, she opened them just slightly, invitingly, and drew a breath as his lips pressed to her thigh, her eyes drifting closed.

They opened again at his words, and she looked down at him, meeting those devious eyes. She smiled back, slow and sly.

"You like that?" she murmured, and writhed a little more, allowing her expression to look a mix of pleasured and pained.