"Church," Saffron repeats on the heels of a gasp, drawing it out a little more this time, her tone almost pleading. She needs him inside her, badly, but she sure as hell doesn't want him to stop what he's doing either.

There's more she's planning to say, words of sweet seduction, but they all fly right out of her head at the press of his thumb to her clit. So she simply breathes his name again, her eyes falling shut and her hands roaming over his skin.