And there it was. The exact reason she felt as she did for him. He enjoyed her boldness. He didn't shy away, or want her to pretend to be demure. He enjoyed it. "No you did not. All evidence points to, quite a lot." She caught her lower lip between her teeth as she shifted for emphasis. A shuddered breath pulled it free though, as a shiver coursed through her limbs.
His squirming did make it rather hard for her to sit still. Sweet torture indeed. She was quite thankful that they hadn't lit the fire, because now it was quite hot in that room.
The look on his face was priceless. That alone was enough for Marian to be sure dropping her blouse like that had been worth it. But then he touched her. And it was like an electric shock flowed from his finger tips through her. And she gasped, unchecked. And that was just the start! When he took his lips to her breast, it left her in soft little puffs. Her back arched as if offering herself up for more. Her hands found their way, almost of their own accord, into his hair again not quite holding him there, but almost pleading for him not to leave. A whimper left her lips.