"My heart always beats faster, around you." His hands find her thighs again, stroking restlessly but staying above her skirt for the time being.
"Tell me what exactly you've thought of. I suspect it's something beyond just kisses." He's imagined her plenty of times, since they've begun their relationship. Bent over his desk, or spread out on his settee. Or right here, in his lap. Where she seems to belong.