"I honestly doubt," Anne told him as she nuzzled his neck, her lips nibbling at his earlobe, "that you've ever disappointed a woman in bed."
Her face was flushed as was the rest of her normally fairly pale skin. Her breathing had steadied, but the desire was heavy in her tone. "Sam, I want to feel you. I want to taste you and touch you and if I thought for one instant that you would? I'd demand that you make love to me tonight." She placed a bite on his collarbone and, with another thought, his pants were gone along with his underwear. "I need you."
As for what he may or may not have heard, she wasn't sure she should have said it in the first place, so she didn't repeat it.