This time, her laugh was audible as she found herself on top of him. It was quickly chased by a soft gasp when his lips found her throat.
He got points for knowing where to touch, anyway.
One of her own hands ran through his hair, finding it still tangled from the previous night, as the other hand slid down his chest and midsection. She enjoyed the feel of her palm against his warm skin, against his shapely upper body, and she allowed herself a moment to explore it.
There was not a doubt in her mind where this encounter was heading. She would have liked a little bit of a "date" beforehand, but she blamed that beautiful song for getting the better of her.
Straddling his hips, she pulled away from him and straightened. Her grin was both knowing and playful as she reached up to pull the skimpy sundress over her head. Inch by inch, her tanned flesh was bared before him, and the only thing keeping him from her most intimate parts was a small, black bikini.
Smirking, she tossed her dress in the chair she had just vacated, and then she leaned down to press her lips against his once again.
It was an open invitation... She wanted those talented hands of his to feel free to go anywhere they wished...