Her palms rested against his chest, a slow stroking motion sending a shiver down his spine. She pulled her lips off of his and pushed against his chest. Shaking out the deranged thought in her head, she pulled herself into the best seating position she could muster while under him. How could she throw herself into such a position? How could she let herself drown into the deepest of violet eyes she had ever seen and act on impulse? It wasn’t like her usual ordered self.