She sits, her gaze raking over his chest, following the path of his hand, devouring the sight of him. She puts a hand on his hip and pulls him closer. Her palms smooth down his thighs, pushing his pants to the floor, and then back up again, her thumbs brushing the inside of his thighs.

She leans in close, and she can't help but lick her lips. She takes a deep breath, inhaling the musk of his body, her breath feathering over his heated skin. She doesn't dare touch, not until he asks.

She looks up at him, fire in her eyes.

"Wanna see what else I can do?"