They were both to blame for this. She had thoroughly enjoyed the time she spent with him before, and now it was fair to say that she was still enjoying his company. There was just something about him, but then he was James Bond. That was pretty much a given when it came to him. She wanted this, wanted him. That was all that mattered.
She didn't want to hear it from other people either. She was already used to people talking behind her back about the people she would date and see, but this would be up there. They worried, and she got that. But she was capable of making her own decisions. This was her own decision. And she didn't want to hear any stupid remarks about it.
It didn't take them very long to find each other again, once they were in the bedroom. Her hands slid up to his shoulders as she kissed him back. Her fingers found the back of his neck, teasingly as they kissed. Yeah he was pretty good at this. And damn better than any of the other guys she'd slept with. Of course he was, he was James Bond.
"Very positive. This is what I want. I want you." Bringing her hands down, she started unbuttoning his shirt. "Are you?"