She barely had to tug. He was on his feet, feeling a little like he was still dreaming, ready to follow her anywhere. He still couldn't stop looking at her, the soft curves of her breasts and the line of her waist, the graceful dip of her spine.

He had no idea how this part of himself had been dormant for so long. He could hardly even imagine it now.

"The bed?" he asked, and almost grinned. "I do know some things."