She moves with him, sitting back as he rises to a seated position, and helping him ease his shirt off over his head. She's grinning like a mad woman now, her hands skimming down his chest, finding the clasp for his trousers. Her own urgency now showing quite blatantly in the way her hands are shaking and the way she's painting the side of his neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses.

"Might I make a suggestion?" Her question is voiced in a breathless whisper against his skin.