Jesus, talking to him like this was such a back-and-forth between feeling cool and sexy one second and then suddenly like she was about to lose her wits entirely the next. Her gaze snapped back up to his face.

"You -- you want me to play with myself?"

Goddammit, she'd so wanted to sound smooth and, lke, seductive with that. She even went with words that were easier to say than something a little more crude would've been. But no, she had to stumble.

Still, she felt like she was making up for that (to herself) with her little smirk, and with how one of her hands, which she'd rested on her thighs, was now sliding slowly along the inside of her thigh. Closer, closer.