"You could. I wouldn't hold it against you, just my body." She winked over her shoulder as she moved her body in time against him. His hands were warm as they ran over her stomach and the bare part of her thighs. Trouble was glad she wore a short skirt today.
The tug to her hair earned a soft growl of pleasure as she arched her back and laid her head against his shoulder willingly. The hint of pain urging the beast within to give him control again. 'Mmmmm. Now you're just trying to start trouble."