Dee moaned at the touch, skin blooming with goosebumps. She liked teeth better than she liked hands, but she could feel his nails against her flesh and it was okay. It was a viable alternative.
She moved back against her table, knocking the champagne bottle a little further to lean her weight against second-hand furniture. "Are you a kitchen man..." she teased, beyond breathless, beyond caring, "or do I need to take you to bed?"