Harry watched her movements carefully. He had a sneaking suspicion that she fully planned this before she'd even stepped in the door....not that he minded, but he did seem to be a little bit out of his league at the moment. Whatever she had planned she fully intended to have the advantage.
He might have continued in his attempts to figure her out, but was slightly distracted by removal of the dark robe and the appearance of smooth skin and lace. His mind simply couldn't function under the onslaught. He wanted to simply reach out and pull her back to him, but let her continue to move over him, her lips creating a path of their own. When her lips found certain sensitive spots, he could feel the muscles shift beneath the skin and he knew she felt it as well. She couldn't possibly know what she was doing to him...then again, she probably did...which was exactly why she was doing it.
When her lips seemed to hover above his own, never making a motion to close the distance he was forced to think back to the beginning of the conversation. What bloody question was she talking about? Oh right, was he ready? "Ready for what?"