“The thing that makes you want so badly.” Stepping in, she pressed her mouth to his collarbone, peeling his shirt away. “Your having to ask that tells me you want to forget. So forget. Seduce me, Oz. Make me want you.”
He shook his head. “There is NOTHING I need to forget. I just want sex,” he mumbled, leaning closer to her and kissing her neck again. Oz pulled up on her shirt, letting a little eagerness show through the slow pace.
He was lying. A lot like Tony, actually, but she would let it pass. “Not in the the living room, darlin’,” she drawled, years’ experience enabling her to eel out from between him and the wall. Pulling her tanktop off, she tossed it down the hall in front of her, blue diamonds glittering under her hair. She held out a hand. “Coming?”