Mandy gasped softly at his growl and the way he pressed her against him. Her nipples were hard against the cool silk of her robe, the sensation extremely sensual.
The teasing kisses did nothing to appease the fire in her. Smirking, her hands moved to the belt around her waist. She quickly flicked it open, pulling the sides away and shrugging out of the thin material.
"Now," she repeated.
"Good," she whispered as she held him against her neck. "Gods, touch me, Nathan." She wanted his hands on her, wanted to feel that hot press of skin against skin.
She pulled his head up to kiss her as she led his hand down to her center, her hips lifting off of his lap so that his fingers could press into her.