"That's not my favorite color," he said calmly, his eyes bright with equal parts affection and lust. He wasn't sure he had a favorite color, but if she wanted to tease him, he'd do the same.

She turned a circle, exposing the strong lines of her spine, silk and lace stretched over the curve of her ass. He drew in a controlled breath. In, out... In, out.

Letting his knuckle trace the curve of her ribs, he lifted his other hand to her hair, fingers burying in the soft strands as he bent to kiss the juncture of her neck.