And the way she spoke. The accent. The words themselves. It wasn't often he got to hear a woman talk the way she was without paying a five, at least. A husky rumble of a chuckle vibrated against her skin. "Promise?"
Bohannon watched her put her hands on him. Breathing out a long heavy breath. "Alright then." Without much else he let his hands ease down to her sides again. His fingers worked the skirt up so that it bunched beneath his fingers. And very slowly, like he was pealing a delicate piece of fruit, he eased her dress up. Feasting on every inch of flesh he exposed, with his eyes.