“So?”

“So?”

Sighing, she crawled on top of him, removing his reading glasses. She pressed her forehead to his, sucking her bottom lip. He became focused on the small action, such an insignificant gesture to some but not to him. It. Set. His. Blood. On. Fire.

Damn, her lips were ripe cherry pink, temptation at it's finest. The light in her hazel eyes had his heart racing, excitement building from the pit of his stomach. She most definitely was in no mood to be denied. It's not like he’d try to, but teasing her into frustration was one of the hottest things he could do to her.

His little vixen enticed, enchanted, and like one big trap, her prey was hers. He had no problem being on her menu that night or any night for that matter. However, any good hunter loves the thrill of the hunt, and like the good prey he was, he fell to her demands and whims.

“What are we going to do tonight?” She sighed, tongue darting out to swipe at his bottom lip. Continually, she pawed at him, craving his attention.  She was, one could say, very creative in getting his attention.

His shirt was thrown to the floor, her’s following suit. Rubbing their chests together, she nuzzled her head into his neck. His back muscles tensed and the blood flowed down south.

“Clearly, whatever you want to do, babe.” Her laugh sent chills down his spine, his hands already working on pulling off her jeans.

“Good answer.”