She flushes with heat. Eyes closed, she can still see the way his hands move over her body. Every touch is like electricity that hums in her skin long after he's gone.

"T'morrow."

She's acutely aware that under his hands is her dress, and under her dress is her chemise, and under that ... is nothing at all. It makes the way he's touching her just this side of naughty.

"Fine. Okay. S'a deal, then."

Her hands slowly push under the shoulders of his jacket, encouraging it off of him.