Elia's laughter was low and truthful. Desire raced through her like wildfire as she saw the challenge in him. "Or perhaps, I shall have you," she answered as the ties of his leggings gave way. Her skin ached with the need to be touched and she was resisting the urge to shed her own gown to hurry him along.
All of her lovers had been different, none of them hopeless in everything but it had been a while since she'd been so intrigued by one of them. Maybe it was the hair... Elia's moved to his waist again, tugging the laces looser. "So far, I believe I am somewhat ahead..."