His fingers provoked a soft shudder along her spine, resting where they were, and combined with his mouth against he neck. Eyes already darkening with the familiar stirring of desire, she lifted her head to read his face, raised an eyebrow with it to interrogate his intentions.

"Are you applying your wits now to the problem of me talking instead of satisfying other needs that three days apart have generated?" Her lips curved around the words and offered him a lovely little smile. "Or just touching me because you can and distracting me amuses you?"