She was trying to kill him. The nightdress was spilling over the couch in the back and he tugged it up so he could rest his hand against her bare skin along her back.
"True. And you have alot of clothes." Was that what he wanted?
"You're what I want." That was a low growl and he brushed her shoulder with his mouth, his thumb rubbing along her spine. "And aye. It is."