My breath catches in my throat when he answers my question, flexing those beautiful muscles of his and smiling. For a few seconds, I break gaze to study the rest of him - admire, really.

He's gorgeous. How'd I ever get so lucky?

Then I push myself back to being in control. I won't let him win this round. Oh, not at all. I smile and nod, letting my trousers fall to the floor as I place a finger by my lips and pretend to think his response over again.

"I'm afraid you're still far too clothed for me to do that," I answer after a couple of seconds. "You'll have to do something about that if you really want me to touch you everywhere."