"And what subject, exactly, are we on?" he asked. "Sex?" His hands slipped down over her hips and further down to her thighs, bared by the short skirt that was riding up in her current position.
"I'm sure I could conjure up some dreams about you," he agreed as his fingers lightly caressed her skin. But he wouldn't take her back to his room to the bed where he'd so recently been with another woman. Something in the way he'd found Savannah tonight, kept him from even wanting to do so.
"How many do I have?" he repeated her words. "How many what?"