She flushed a little at his grin, because there were all sorts of delicious implications in that look, and she barely repressed the little moan that wanted to escape.
She eased willingly closer to him, her eyes closing even as her chin tilted up in anticipation of his lips finding her own. She returned his kiss eagerly, passionately, her fingers working with a little more determination at the buttons of his shirt. She tried to maintain some sense of propriety, to pretend she was still a decent woman ... but she'd never been a good liar.
She wanted him, and that was that. She wanted all of him, in every way he was willing to give himself to her. It made no sense; she was aware of that, but that didn't stop what she felt, what she wanted.
Biting lightly at his lower lip, Lily eased her hands into the fabric of his shirt as it parted, her palms pressing against his chest, her fingers splaying as she caressed his upper body slowly.