"Right now, I like exactly what we're doing," he said though he was contemplative. What else did he do with women. Really, when it came down to it, what did he do with anyone? Spill his inner secrets and bare his soul? No. He used people for brief periods of amusement.
He had to smile at her question and the way she wrinkled her nose. It was cute. His fingers lazily glided further up her thighs, curious now what kind of material those black panties were made out of. His gaze followed his fingers as he answered, "I don't have any of them. Not right now anyway. Right now, you have my full attention." It was a vague answer, he knew very well what she was asking but he didn't intend on answering.
CJ's fingers continued upward until they brushed against the lacy material of those black panties. He lifted his gaze to her face as he touch her.