Well, shit. That little grinding maneuver had caught Shae so much by surprise that he'd nearly dropped her right then and there; fortunately, he still had a modicum of control left that prevented him from doing so. Unfortunately, it seemed to be fading more with each passing second.
Shae was surprisingly adept at following her directions, and he stumbled down the hallway to the room in question with his precious cargo in arm. He paused for a moment at the threshold, mouth dropping open in slight astonishment at the sheer number of mirrors and reflective surfaces bedecking the slick little boudoir. Dear God, he was in heaven.
With that moment of reflection past, he strode into the room and swung one leg onto the mattress, depositing Kami squarely in the center of the bed and gripping the hem of her camisole before stripping her of the garment with practiced ease. She didn't even have time to react before his mouth was on her, lips and tongue tasting that delicious olive skin.