George eyed her a moment longer. True, he hadn't told her what he had planned, but if there was any hesitation, he would call the whole thing off or at least give her narration. But, oh, she was enthusiastic, and that was good.
He lifted her hands to the headboard, turning them and setting them palms-down on top. "You hold here," he said against her ear. "If I see you let go, I'll stop. We'll be done for the night." He pulled her lobe into his mouth and let his hands run back down her arms to her chest before he started trailing his mouth down her body.