Heather had to suck in a sharp breath when his hand dropped to the side of her knee. It was like a hot button that went straight to her core. Upping the ante in just how turned on she was. She could feel the hammer of her heart. Her breathing picked up a kick. Well, she had pretty much Dared him to do it, hadn't she? Where she had been contemplating why she shouldn't, she was now contemplating the why not.
She actually had to clear her throat, to respond. "I think I've just forgot what they mean." She teased. Why hadn't she worn a skirt? Because while the heat of his hand was very very nice beneath the denim, there was almost an ache to want it against her skin.