She was still standing there, looking delicious and flushed and a bit piqued. "You got off?"
Well, he could hardly hide it. "I didn't mean to. A man can only take so much. What happened to the nice, simple kiss?"
She jammed the shirt down over her head, catching her nose for a second. Her hair was adorably messed when she yanked her head free. "Still, a kiss is just a kiss. It shouldn't do … that to you." She gestured to the region of his pelvis.
"It wasn’t just the kiss. That revved me, sure, and then you did a … wiggle thing."
"I didn't wiggle."
"Aye, you did. Like this." He imitated it as best as he could. "Then you did a grind." Just the word conjured it up again. "And that did it."