Holly couldn't concentrate enough for a clever reply, so instead she took his bottom lip between her teeth, biting gently before running her tongue over it. She had been wanting to do that every time she watched him talk.

Her fingers concerned themselves with his pants, the button tab and metal teeth of his zipper, in particular. The brunette decided subtlety had flown out the window -- or onto the floor -- so she mimicked him by tugging the jeans down his hips.

Her eyes locked onto his, and she flashed back to the motel room, the way she fit over him, looking down to watch his reactions.

"Your turn, Stacy."