The idea of dressing up for him made Valerie grin, it played over in her mind as she gazed up at him, his hands strong yet gentle as they cupped her face. Brian’s words fueled the sudden fast pace of her pulse and she took a moment to absorb them. Lips parted ready to say that one little word but then another thought hit and she wound up blurting, “That’s really sweet until you realise that covers kidnapping and murder.” The blonde pressed her lips together until they formed a tight white line, self silencing with an apologetic look up. “Not that I think you ever would, I mean that’s not what you meant, so why would I.”

Nerves threatened to crash her chemical cocktail but she shook her head as if to dismiss them. Fingers gripped and tugged at the front of his shirt restlessly. Slowly fanned out to tickle downwards, found the waistband of his pants and the tips hooked inside possessively.

“I want to touch you.”

It was barely a whisper as she rubbed the tip of her nose against his throat. Inhaled deeply against skin. Valerie’s tongue traced along his pulse point, tasted the faint salty tang of sweat that stuck there like morning dew, then slowly captured his flesh between her teeth. There would be a mark left when she was done. Careful fingers found the button to Brian’s pants and popped it free, the zipper tugged down immediately after and she bit him a little harder, briefly, as one hand slipped inside his pants.