"So you're asking me to stop stroking you, and stop undressing you?" His hands had come to mirror hers, pushing up the hem of her shirt to cup just beneath her breasts on either side. She wore fitted underclothes finer than what the ladies of Tal'Dorei were ever likely to own, and he found caressing the shapes of her bra a fascinating curiosity.

He bent his head again, finding where one of her soft, pert breasts peaked through her garments, to give it a suckle of a kiss. "Tell me to stop," his tone dared her. She wanted this just as badly, and he knew it.