Amused, she said, "I can always count on you to find innuendo." And then her shirt went up. The smile on her face faded. His hands on her body was a very good thing. Arching into his touch, Carrie sighed and struggled to free herself of the shirt that Dick hadn't completely removed.
She was all but growling by the time the shirt hit the floor. It had taken far too long to remove the damn thing, as far as Carrie was concerned. "What else should I get used to?" Her hands found their way to his pants and she brushed the length of her body against his. Her face was a mask of innocence. Until he was massaging her breast again.