She blinked at him in surprise when he suddenly dropped to his knees. The surprise turned into a small laugh at the tickle of his facial hair on her stomach, a contrast of the heat of his lips and the stronger flutter they both sent through her. "That's your charm, hmm? It's almost effective."

It was more than effective at directing all of her concentration onto him, though. She found a hand moving to slide into his hair, brushing through it as she kept grinning. "Would it be rude for me to say you look good on your knees like that?"