Her hands were moving lower, her hips, then her thighs that looked so smooth to the touch, and his fingers began twitching. He could already imagine his fingers sliding along her flesh, parting her thighs...
As she turned around, he watched the play of light on her tattoo, admiring the contrast of the green against her gorgeously coloured flesh. His breath caught when it looked like she was going to sit on him, but no, she was teasing him yet again. This time he bit his bottom lip to stop himself from cursing, or begging, or both. This was the game, to see how long he could resist, and to see how long it would take her to break him.