"I'm waiting, Sarah." My hand has been coasting up her thigh and my fingertips reach her panties now, my index finger slipping between her unsettlingly-soft pussy and the cotton crotch, tugging, then pressing back in, knuckle to her slit, rubbing, twisting, making her gasp. "What qualities in a man are important in your world?"

"Umm." Her lashes flutter, neck flushing. "Honesty. Compassion. Humor."

"I'm none of those things," I rasp against her mouth—just as her flesh blooms open, allowing ...