"That-" She hissed in a breath as his fingers found her heat. "That shouldn't be a problem," she breathed after a moment, lashes fluttering, and he'd find her already plenty wet. The drink probably had something to do with that.
Then she mock pouted at him, quirking an eyebrow. "You're trying to make me all competative, aren't you? Light a fire under me." Her lips curved in a smirk. "Congratulations. It's working."
He was too damned tall for her to used conventional methods, so she shuffled them around until she could hop up onto the bed, scattering their forgotten card game to the floor.
Standing on the edge of the bed, she continued to work him with one hand while the other went to the back of his neck. She met his eyes for a moment, flushed, eyes glimmering, and leaned in until their lips were a breath apart.
And she hesitated. Somehow, despite what their hands were doing, this felt...more personal. Like a kiss would be the point of no return. She waited.