Her arms encircle his neck, and her fingers tease up into his hair, nails lightly grazing his scalp.

"You could, but where's the fun in that?"

Her body leans into his embrace, and she grins down into his face, her midriff pressed against his sternum. He is much warmer to the touch than she'd anticipated, and the synthetic feel of his skin is strangely arousing. Goosebumps flare across her shoulders, down her décolletage, and across the tops of her breasts, her nipples rising to sharp little peaks under his breath.

He's strong, she can feel that much, and the more forward he is, the more she responds.