“What do you want?”
By way of reply, she reached down and pulled the nightgown smoothly over her head. Quent stared at the ripe body for a long moment then lifted his eyes to her face. He moved his lean body a little, leaving her space to sit beside him. Her hand went inside his black shirt and stroked his pale flesh, her eyes brightening in the light.
“I want you to make love to me,” she breathed. “Now.”
“Are you any good?”
“Why don’t you find out?”