Marian chuckled. "Oh, I'm probably not giving you enough." Especially with that voice. That tone. But then nothing would get done! She was sure of it. His voice alone would have her done for, how she was not jello that very moment was sheer luck. Also, not finding herself in his lap that very moment was by pure stubbornness.
But that stubbornness would only last her so long. Because what was supposed to be water to the flame turned out to be an alcoholic drink instead. If she had thought about it she might have thought them a pair of youths running risk at being caught behind the barn. But their hands moved almost too slow for that. Even if the kiss was more fevered.
And finally that stubbornness lost the fight. There was reason she wore trousers, and while this wasn't exactly one of them, they did make things easier. As his fingers began to slide down her throat, in her need to be closer, she eased one thigh over his. She didn't remove her hand from the front of his shirt, nor did she part her lips from his, in one smooth movement she straddled his lap.