Ah, so she liked to banter. That would do just fine. He ran his hand along the silk of his tie as he drank her in, his eyes sliding down her face, settling on those lips.
“Depends where Point B is.” She raised an eyebrow as she ran a finger along the top button of her light jacket, then down the front, all the way to the belt cinched tight at her waist. A summer breeze carried through the cooler night air.
“Point B is where I’m heading tonight,” he said, his voice confident, his eyes following her hand.
“Point B, you say?”
“Would you like to know what Point B is?”
“Perhaps I’ll find out soon.” She tilted her head. “What about adventure? How would you rate boats for that?”
“Some”—he lingered on the word—“can be playgrounds for adventure.”
“And perhaps for trouble then, too.”
He reached for the end of the belt on her jacket, fingering the material. “Why do I think you like both trouble and adventure?”
Raising her chin, she held his gaze. “I’m in the mood for adventure right now. How about you?”
“I’m equally adept at both.” His fingers traveled up the belt to the knot in the middle. He had no intention of untying it, though. Point B didn’t require the removal of clothing.
“What sort of adventure can a stranger like you have with a woman like me?” she asked, her breath catching for a second when he skimmed a finger across the exposed skin of her collarbone.
His palm found the back of her neck. A sweet little gasp escaped her lips. “I could tell you,” he murmured, leaning closer, “or I could show you.”
She grabbed his tie and tugged him closer. “What if I want you to do both?”
“Then, gorgeous, you’re about to get a big show and tell.”