His chuckle was a warm rumble and he leaned down to kiss her for the request. "Of course, Xanthippe," he said, as he closed the distance between them. "Anything you want tonight is yours, and your name on my tongue is the an easy one to grant."

And then he kissed her, lazy and playful, at least until a shiver from her hands on his thighs pulled him away again. "Your touch is maddening," he said with approval. "Makes me want to ask for more."