Her announcement didn’t stop Geoff’s fingers from tracing a line along her soft calf, all the way to that place behind her knee that could be ticklish and erotic at the same instant. A sumptuous tingle journeyed up between her thighs. Her body was responding even if her mind wasn’t.
“You holding out on me?” Geoff asked.
“Maybe I’m holding out on myself,” she conceded.
“What’s that suppose to mean?” He tried looking concerned, but it wasn’t working too well, since Jen could sense anxiety mounting in him. He’d obviously had plans for her and this evening, and she wasn’t complying very well.
A clear cut message dropped like a lead weight into Jen’s brain, making the next few minutes pretty straightforward, but certainly not easy. She pulled her foot back from his gentle grasp, and tucked
