"My plan exactly. But you knew that." He said, kissing her back with more force than perhaps he had displayed before, fingers knotting in the hair at the nape of her neck, his other hand sliding higher up her leg and towards her abdomen, moving up her torso to rest at the base of her ribs, fingers inching up the fabric that covered her skin.
"That's the trouble with you, Rachel, you already know everything I'm thinking. Nothing's a surprise to you." He said, "Which puts all my perversions out of the window."