Her eyes drifted close at the touch, the intimate way he toyed with her hair spoke volumes without uttering a word. He was familiar with her, knew how she liked to be touched and her body was comfortable enough not to buck or shy away at his closeness. A knife edge, dangerous for both of them but she liked the gentle way he touched her. Neither were blushing or shy but with him like this? She wanted so much more than she could take.
“Oh?” A slight flush crept up her cheekbones at the implications, the images that it brought spilling forth to that active imagination that simmered just beneath the surface. “Sounds like a plan though maybe research will win out over experience. Stranger things have happened.” Easy for the words to spill forth, too easy and still she couldn’t curb her tongue settling instead for another gulp of ice cream.