Verity raised an eyebrow, pulling her head back to look at him. "Are you feeling ill? The Arrows? I could have understood some strange little claim based on some twisted loyalty to the Flacons, but Appleby beating Ballycastle? Tell me it at least hurt you to make that joke. Please."
She loved the feel of his lips and drank in his, his tongue just as well. But when he paused, his hand tightening on her instinctively and then having to work backwards for self control. There was no greater pleasure than that.
Verity squirmed slightly as his hand slid over her arse but didn't drop her attitude. "Well as long as he's feeling accomodating. It turns out Italian's are rather good lovers," she complimented with a lazy smile.