"Oh, yes," she agrees, her eyes a little hooded already as his deft hands -- gods, she loves his hands! -- travel over her bare skin so temptingly, teasing her. Shivering in a way that has nothing to do with a chill, she presses a bit closer still.

"After all, it is better to be safe than sorry, is it not?" Not that she's usually the biggest advocate of such idiom, but right now, it proves most convenient.