"You're not a slouch, yourself, Christ, you're cut..." Thinking was definitely getting a little harder between the residual alcohol and the distraction of those sexy lips, but she wasn't having a single problem running her hands over his back and shoulders. Partially because she was loving the defined lines of muscle, and partially for balance as she rose each leg so he could slide the pants off entirely.

Now the only thing between them was the thin scrap of thong she was wearing, plenty damp from her growing arousal. "But I'm all yours tonight, General." She couldn't stop the little giggle that bubbled up. "Enjoy."