He wanted to say something, anything, to answer that teasing grin on her lips, but the warmth of her hand against his burning, hypersensitive skin seemed to have sapped his ability to speak. A slight moan- slight, very slight, maybe she hadn't even heard that, it was so slight- escaped his lips at the feeling of her mouth against his throat, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly.
Surely she could feel his heart pounding out a ridiculous staccato beat beneath her fingertips; he certainly could. The towel had fallen, forgotten, around his feet at some point during their foreplay, and he kicked it out of the way as he pressed closer against her, trying to regain some of the ground he'd lost when she'd pulled back. She was backed into the goddamn counter, how far could she really go?
There was an intensity burning in his eyes, churning wordlessly within those dark irises that seemed only to have darkened with his heightened arousal. He wasn't asking anymore; something was going to happen, whether they were both adequately prepared or not.
"...don' make me beg," Shae finally managed to murmur, pinning her with his gaze as his grip on her waist tightened possessively. "It ain' a pretty t'ing."