This time, she's the one tugging him by the hand, leading him up the stairs, her gaze never leaving his face. Her skin is singing, her heart is in her throat. Naked except for her thong, bare feet padding over the carpet, she leads him into his bedroom.

Her voice is low and gravelled with hunger, "Come here to me."

Her hands rest on his chest, undoing the buttons one by one, pressing soft kisses from the hollow of his throat down his sternum, letting him guide them to the bed.