Verity was watching him, the tempting smirk still on her lips as he seemed to struggle. Perhaps she hadn't lost her foot hold after all. But then he moved and she watched with rapt attention. He was closer now and she hated just how aware she was of that simple fact.
Then he was smirking and she knew she was lost. She was surprised when his finger hushed her and she raised her eyebrow, watching him. Was he forbidding her from speaking? And just how far did this go? Was she allowed to moan? She was very interested in this new rule and squirmed just a hint.
Verity hated how her body was practically shudder by the time he moved his finger between her legs. Her eyes rolled back slightly when he pressed on her clit again, her hips moving toward him. They snapped back into focus as he continued to move further down and stopped just before. Her eyes begged him to continue, but he was looking at her, clearly waiting for more. She teased the idea of just saying it, getting it over with, but that wasn't the game they were playing and she knew he wouldn't be satisfied if she was just saying something because she thought he wanted to hear it from her.
Instead, at his question she raised her chin slightly, pride radiating from her.