Those had been her thoughts exactly. It startled her a little, but her surprise faded to an easy grin. If she was reading him right, he was thinking the exact same thing.
The cushions pushed against her ankle and forced her to position her leg awkwardly. A bed, with its smooth surface, would not present her with the same problem...in this position, anyway. If she didn't want to move to the bed, she could have requested he sit on the floor instead.
"I would love to see your bedroom," she told him in the same way a girl might tell her date she would love to see the back of his car at the prom. The way her eyes flashed and the edge in her tone suggested that very thing. "But you have to promise to return the favor." By which she not at all meant a massage.