Jess would be lying if he said her taking charge didn't do it for him. Hands hot and possessive on his skin, hips pressed into his, that husky whisper at his ear renewed the desire that had lulled during conversation. "I'm a simple man," He assured her, with a hum of satisfaction as he debated his options.

With one arm pinned beneath him, he couldn't do much, but he was enjoying her burst of confidence. He could let her dictate the situation for a few minutes. He was used to being the one leading the way, so was content to let her have her fun. He hummed out a low sound of approval, letting his one free hand continue to wander, fingers digging into her skin as she hit a particularly sensitive spot on his neck. It was a delightful little turn of events.

He was itching to lose the rest of the layers between them however, mostly so he could get his hands on those legs of hers, already addicted to her soft skin and the feel of it beneath his palms. He gave a suggestive tug at the waistband of her pajamas, pulling at the tie holding them up.