Carver's problem had always been that he didn't possess the effortless inner filter of his brother. His words otherwise flowed just as freely, though, and he therefore came off as abrasive far more often than he did as "charming."

All the same, it was apparent he had been cut from the same cloth as his brother at some point, and when he minded his impulsive tongue, it even showed sometimes. Sometimes, that impulsive tongue had sweet things to say.

His reply was not particularly sweet, nor anything but blunt. "Yes. You do." The grip of his hands shifted slightly, from her thighs down to beneath her hips. He was half-tempted to grab her and encourage her to grind, but that would be a little too predictable.

Instead, he braced himself and suddenly shoved upward, using his hips to toss her up and off of him. It was just enough to use his hands to guide her, twisting her hips to flip her onto her back on the mattress. Carver immediately climbed over her, reaching up to grip her forearms and playfully pin them down to the mattress, pressing her body down with his weight.

"That get your attention?" he teased. He was dangerously close to grinding on her, allowing his cock to brush against her leg suggestively without actually pursuing it.