She chuckled against his lips. "I'm already being a bad influence on you."

Her fingers wound their way into his curls, her body stiffening and then relaxing under his touch. His earlier attentions had only served to make her all the more sensitive but she was eager for the touch, for his lips across her skin. Damn him, the tease.

She resolved not to tilt her hips against him when he said that, biting back a sound at the invitation. He truly was going to be her undoing with that offer, even with him so shy about it. Her toes curled at the imagery. She cupped the back of his head to get his attention and she nodded. "You needn't ask," she murmured.