"You have no idea." He let his hand run down toward her knee, attempting to play coy though they both knew very well where this would end up. "Sometimes I enjoy the chase." Then he smirked at her, that awful predatory grin that signaled he wasn't bothering to keep the bad boy at bay anymore. "Sometimes I prefer the feast."

He let his free hand fall to the table as if burned by this comment. "Did you wear it for someone else to enjoy?" He didn't bother to wonder why they weren't enjoying it at this very moment, because frankly he was. "I think it would make a very lovely pile on the floor. If that so happens to be my floor all the better for me."