If there was any way to wipe the grin off her face, when he teased her, she wasn't sure how it would be accomplished. Between his teasing words, and his response to the things she was doing, she was eating it up. And, god save her, that growl. How did she make that happen again? Because it was bone melting.
Maryanne had every intention of hopping up on the edge, but when he placed his hands on her waist she gave a little hop, but let him do most of the work, her hands shifting to his shoulders as he positioned her where he wanted her. Her knees naturally parted to make room for him. And being as bold as brass, she loosely wrapped her legs around him.
"Careful Mr. Hamilton, you're going to have me in a melty puddle before you're even half naked." More teasing, but the truth of it was not hidden in her behind the tease. She was grateful for the move onto pool table, because now she didn't have to focus on not shaking. Which she did quiver a little under the work of his fingers as they toyed with the suspenders. Her own fingers, since they still rested on his shoulders, shifted to the tie at his throat. Tracing the different folds until she figured out how it was tied on, then she slowly undid it.