His fingers are one hell of a distraction from a game of keep-away. He worked her nipples over so thoroughly she'll be getting a charge off her bra for days. Damn, she loves that, that they never go long enough she's not feeling him on her skin.

"I don't mind being your sweetheart as long as you don't mind me being your hellcat too," she decides and runs her fingers along the raised scratches in his back from her marking her claims.