"I wanted to ask if you'd spend the night with me," Ivan said. She still had hold of his open shirt collar. His hand slid down her back, keeping her tucked against him on the sheltered patch of roof where he'd set her down. "I had better words for it this afternoon, but then you put your mouth on mine."
"You did all right with those." She got her hands inside his shirt and felt his breath catch. "Did you spend the whole afternoon thinking about how you'd ask me?"
"Sweetheart, you had your thighs wrapped around me for most of the ride. Asking you upstairs was about the cleanest thought that crossed my mind."
