Alana sucks a breath over her teeth as Cassidy's hot mouth teases her, stoking a fire that was--until recently--thoroughly banked. She slips her hand under her shirt, scratching her way up and down his chest, leading to the button of his jeans. Her other hand rakes through his hair, tugging a little. For a woman who claimed she wasn't out to cause pain, it's clear that she's still willing to bend to suggestion a little. But only a little. She licks and suckles her eager way up and down his neck.