A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, and if he looked at all satisfied with himself, he'd argue her reaction more than warranted it. There was a certain thrill in seeing the nigh unflappable Layla Miller so thoroughly mussed, though it left him wanting her all the more. Shamelessly, he placed his hands over hers, guiding them both down his chest as he leaned in towards her. His lips traced the line of her jaw. "Turnabout is fair play," he murmured, nipping gently at her earlobe. "I mean, if you don't mind."

There was nothing about his tone to suggest that he thought she did.