"You can check me anyway," she teases with a grin, her hands moving to the waist of his pants, her fingers teasing along the edge of the material before she starts to undo them. Before she finishes, she changes her mind, reaching her hands down to take off her own top, tossing it somewhere into the corner before she scoots back on the bed a little, inviting Jason to follow her.

"Just in case I'm hurt," she says. "Might have to check me all over."

She just wants him touching her. Just wants to feel his hands on her, to know how much he wants this, too. She wants the weight of his body on top of her, the warmth of him. Everything.