She grinned at his thoughts, moaning at the feel of his hand on her leg. Madelyne pulled her lips from his and sat up, back straight. Here green eyes met his and she shimmied her hips as her hands hooked into the bottom of her shirt, pulling it slowly, enticingly upwards. Over her head, revealing her breasts as they bounced ever so slightly from her actions. She leaned forward again, lips crushing his. Behind her, blocked from his view in case he had any reason to watch, the shirt disappeared, pulled into the flesh of her arm within seconds. Then her hands were on him again, gripping his shoulders, running through his hair.