Thinking about coolness was sadly a reflex, not conscious thought.

That said, the fondling and his arm onher waist were doing a good job of distracting her again. She moved with him willingly, and gave a gasp when his thumb found her nipple. Didn't take a lot for it to stiffen under his touch.

And then she gasped at his words, too, because yes. Definitely sounded dirty. "Okay, how do you do that?" she asked, before managing to stop herself. "How do you stay stuff that makes me feel all --"

She didn't know how to finish that, mostly because she didn't usually say the things that would've been the most apt way to end that sentence. Tingly? Horny? Wet?

Her cheeks were burning up.