"Color," she said quietly.
"Green," he breathed. "Extremely green Mara. Please—"
"Please what."
"More," he said. "Please. I've been—" he stopped. "The whole dinner. Please."
She stroked him again. Tighter. His hips shifted.
"Still," she said.
He went still. His jaw working.
She stroked him thoroughly — her hand moving faster, her grip tightening, watching his face...