The beginning of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as she spoke, and he arched a brow, then obeyed her. Slowly. Dragged his hand up his cock, finding wetness and firm skin, then ran it across his midsection as he sat up. Slid deliberately off the bed.
This could be fun.
He had come rather boldly in, although he hadn't necessarily expected her to be ready at a whim, had he?
Hell, yeah.
His bare feet made no sound on the floor as he walked slowly to her, both hands at his sides, and stopped just in front of her.
"Sorry," he murmured, but the tiny smile remained.