What kind of woman would she be if she didn't give him a little something in return? She rolls her hips, giving him just a hint of friction. Not enough to sate the need, but enough to give a little taste. She bites her lip to stifle the moan that threatens to escape her. Okay, so maybe rocking against him is as much for her benefit as it is his.

She curls her fingers under his chin, nails digging lightly into his pretty skin as she tugs him back into another kiss. "Let's just skip the foreplay, 'kay? We both know what we need."