She could mention it, but she wasn't. Mentioning it wasn't half as appealing as giving a slow, suggestive tug on that waistband with her teeth, letting the fingers of her free hand trail just beneath it, and raking her nails across the skin there.
The mental drumbeat of ohmygodohmygodohmygod hadn't let up yet. In fact, it was only getting faster.
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Date: 2010-01-26 01:28 am (UTC)The mental drumbeat of ohmygodohmygodohmygod hadn't let up yet. In fact, it was only getting faster.