*mashes his lip between his tongue and teeth as your hands (your hands) cup him, squeeze him the closest yet, and he's tugging your shirt up, fingers tracing chilly paths across your back, down your sides, up your chest* *can't keep in a husky laugh as you shy away (ticklish, aren't you?)*
*lips the words against your ear, soft and delighted, his breath a warm contrast for the touch of his hands on your skin* Call me anything... call me Jackie Lee, if you want...
*hooks a single finger under your waistband, just above the tab of your jeans, and shifts back toward the hallway with a wicked little smile (coming with?)*