Now he turns his attention back to touching her with another one of those light caresses, but this one is just under the silk cup of her bra. He would very much like to see Peggy undressed - would like to help do it himself, stripping off layer after layer to reveal the bare skin underneath - but maybe, as established, when it's not quite so cold. Instead, he drinks in the sight of her face, the way she looks when he touches her - and as the impulse strikes, he bends his head to her neck again, noses up to her ear.
"What if I win?" he whispers again. "Would you take your clothes off if I asked?" Practically dirty talk, coming from him. "Or should I save my wish for something else?" Implying, perhaps, that nudity is inevitable.
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"What if I win?" he whispers again. "Would you take your clothes off if I asked?" Practically dirty talk, coming from him. "Or should I save my wish for something else?" Implying, perhaps, that nudity is inevitable.