Her eyelids grew heavy as his mouth gently brushed over her fingers. She was ashamed of how much this was turning her on, the soft, sensual closeness of his lips to her skin. Her nipples were instantly clearly visible through the scanty top; as she turned to pop a bite of fruit in her own mouth, she realized again that a little spot of wetness was appearing between her thighs. He was quickly becoming very much an object of desire.<br/><br/>She took a breath to calm herself down and nodded. She eyed the bed next to him. That would give him entirely the wrong idea if she sat there; she hesitantly knelt just beside his legs. She reached over to the cart and blindly found a piece of a muffin, standing up on her knees to offer it to him. Jesus, there was something so wrong with her to be turned on by this!