Faith groaned again, a heady combination of the feel of his touch along her side, the taste of his kiss and the tone of his voice doing a damn good job of driving her slowly crazy. He knew exactly what he was doing, teasing her like that, and she honestly couldn't say she was complaining. Quite the opposite in fact.
"I want less clothes, for starters," she grinned, sliding a leather-clad leg up Sam's. The leather pants were feeling too tight on her skin and she was desperately wanting to peel the damn things off. And Sam was also wearing way too much. Again she tugged at the handcuffs, wanting to pull his clothes off herself.
"And then I want you to show me," she smirked playfully. "Show me everything you wanna do."