Page 45 of Hot & Heavy

She reached for the hem of her T-shirt and started to lift it.

Holy shit, she was going to show him her "harness." Laughing, he took her hands and put them and her hem in her lap. "That's okay. I know what you mean."

"I am also wearing a silk garment to cover my arse and female parts," she confessed to him. "Pan-teas they are called."

He made a gurgling sound, which she must have interpreted as encouragement to go on.

"Whenever I walk, the silk moves against my body in the most sensuous way. And my breasts feel as if someone is holding them up. I have ne'er heard of a country where people wear silk under their clothing where it cannot be seen. Can you imagine that?"

He groaned. I'm imagining, all right.

"Do you wear silk pan-teas, too?"

"No."

"Never?"

"Well, once." He waggled his eyebrows at her.

She frowned. Apparently, his eyebrow waggling did nothing for her. "Are you married?"

Where did that come from? "No. Are you interested?" Where did that come from? Honest to God, they oughta nominate me for dumb man of the year.

"Pffff. One marriage was more than enough for me. How about you? Are you interested?"

"In what?"

"You are rather thick-headed, aren't you?"

He smiled.

"Stop it."

"What?"

"Smiling."

"Why?"

"It does fluttery things to my stomach."

He put his face in his hands. His cock was doing the hallelujah dance. And he… well, he was in big trouble if this conversation went any further. "You shouldn't be telling me things like that… Maddie." He had trouble remembering what her name of the moment was.

"Why not?"

Because I might just jump your bones, that's why. "You shouldn't tell a man that he turns you on…

unless…"

"Turn on? Turn on? Turn on?" she repeated the words over and over, as if trying to understand the expression. He was just about to explain when she slapped him on the arm. "You think I want to fornicate with you?"

Well, yeah! He felt his face warm up. "You did say you got all fluttery when I smiled." He smiled just to see if he got a reaction.

She put both hands to her stomach.

Oh, boy!

"That's not what it means. It can't be that!"