Somehow she didn’t doubt he knew he knew his way around a saint or two. She liked the feeling of his hand smoothing over the fabric of the dress more than she would have admitted.
His little comment about how it would look good on the floor didn’t go unnoticed either. Oh yes, it would.
“Who said you were going to able to make it anywhere that it could look good on the floor,” she said raising an eyebrow. She had visions of him taking her against bathroom walls dancing in her head. Maybe she’d had enough to drink to be dangerous.