Still relaxed against the seat back, Ed put his hands on her waist holding her with a firm grip that might have suggested safety in another context. But this time there was nothing safe about either of them.
His eyes traveled the distance from her face, down over he neck and the cleavage that hid behind her designer dress. Down further over the slender torso to the perfect lines of her thighs pressing against fabric, which has slid up ever so much--just enough to move past temptation into titillation. Then his eyes worked their way back up. He was in no hurry to answer and something about the way he took his time looking at her said that he wasn't one to hurry at other times, either.
"What I love?..." he paused and then he smiled. "I guess you could say I love to see a woman lose control. Break down every defense and just let go. There is nothing better than watching a woman give herself over to the pleasure I'm giving her," there was a far away look of longing and hunger in his eyes as he watched her face.