Leroy noticed her eyes, and then straightened, brushing a damp lock of hair from her face, as if he didn't tease her just now. "Better?" he asked.
Lorraine's eyes fluttered shut for a moment, her smile lazy, content. She wasn't disappointed he stopped. She knew he didn't stop. That man could never stop. He always managed to tease her to the edge before he took it to the next level. She had learned to let him do his thing and go with the flow.
"Perfect," she echoed his earlier word. Then, opening one eye, she added with a smirk, "But next time you go hunting, I might prepare your bath instead."
He arched a brow. "To help me undress, too?" That. That smirk…
"Only if you've fallen down a mountain," she said sweetly.
