A little more aggressive than she might have expected from Danny. Not that she minded. Far from it, there was something exciting to feeling like the prey, instead of the predator.

...which was a weird thought she decided to keep to herself.

She leaned her head back, giving a little moan of delight. No thinking. Only feeling. She could totally do that.

Of course, the problem with that was it made for some lousy troubleshooting. She reached down with one hand to grab a fistful of his robe, pulling it up, somewhat haphazardly, to his waist.