Margaret can't help the shiver that races up and down her spine at the sound of his voice - that growl enough to make her throb in all the right places. If she were able to think properly, she might have the good graces to feel embarrassed about how quickly her breathing has become. As it was, though, she was imagining how good his hands might feel on her bare skin, and she had no room for any other thoughts. "S - so I'm finding out."

And then, she's suddenly bare, and she breathes out a gasp as she pushes her hair back and away from her face. "A - and now ... you?"