"I'm afraid you'll have to instruct me on the proper behavior, in that case," he murmured, nuzzling along Saralegui's temple. The tip of his tongue flit, just touching the lobe of the other man's ear, while his hand slid up underneath the hem of Sara's shirt, fingers splayed, to smooth up his abdomen and chest. The fabric of Sara's shirt rucked up around his wrist, and in the same moment, his back arched a little toward the heat of the other man's hand.

"Because otherwise I'm afraid the only impression I've gained is that you enjoy it."