She slid closer to the edge of the counter, running a bare foot along the back of his leg. The light caress of his fingers was slowly driving her mad. She traced her hand up the collar of his polo, tangling it in the hair at his neck, her other hand toyed with the hem of his shirt.
When his mouth reached her chin, she tugged his head back slightly. She shared his breath for a moment, then brushed her lips against his. "Definitely."