"I'll make you cry something," he promised roughly as he squeezed her thigh. Preferably his name, or something else to that extent.
Yes, that definitely made him want to rut. Against her, in her. She had woken up that beast she liked so well with her teasing and wickedness. As for the alternative, he'd hope not, as he'd rather prefer not to have to kill some poor bloke because she was punishing him. And of course it worked. He loved her. Even when she drove him mad.
All right, if he were being honest, especially when she drove him mad.
"Utterly," he agreed, nipping her shoulder as he skillfully moved his hand back to that unsatisfying teasing. "And you know how I get when I'm desperate."
That cinched it. The bed was right out. He had a much better idea. He moved from the floor to standing, dragging Mae with him, then pressed her to the wall. Just like the first time.
The kiss was just as hungry and demanding. He ground his hips into hers, making certain she could feel his erection straining against the confines of his jeans against her bared sex. One hand yanked down the shoulders of her dress, mindful not to tear it. It was too pretty to ruin.
"I think I'll have you right now," he told her as he pulled from the kiss, grinding his hips against hers for emphasis.