"Tempting." Stephanie replied with a smirk, her fingers molding aorund him a little. "Well, you can that do your thinking right now. We're probably both thinking of the same thing ..." She put her glass of alcohol well out of the way and hopped up on the counter with a deft little movement, grinning as he worked on getting his pants off.

"Marcelooo ..." She said in a low voice, meeting his eyes and hiking up the skirt she was wearing. The tone was a perfect combination of I'm waiting for you and Hurry. She liked the idea of having a taste of the honeymoon very, very much ...