And she just might hold him to that, especially if it seemed as good as this promised to be.
She let him manhandle her, willingly rolling over, then looked back at him over one shoulder as his fingers trailed down her back, her lips parting slightly in want, meeting his gaze and nodding, feeling how wet she was for him, how willing, and knowing, quite honestly, that if he wanted, she'd be his sex slave too. Most men were boring after a time or two. Most women too. Geoff wouldn't be though, she'd bet on it.
"Maybe." She licked her lips, her hips pressing into the coverlet just a little almost without meaning to.