The wickedness had fallen from his own lips, replaced by curiosity and concentration. His single finger turned into two, that lightly traced from the flesh behind her ear down her throat, stopping just at the collarbone.

Memories returned of touching her before. Kissing her neck and knowing how she would move. It had been too long.

"It's not a benefit to play fair if I'm not entirely certain that I'm going to win," he said, the smile returning.