She's barely five feet of trouble, perched at the edge of the bed with that knowing smile that tells you exactly how the night ends.

Your fingers find her jaw first, tilting her face up, watching those eyes darken when you make her wait just a second longer than comfortable.

Petite doesn't mean patient — her hands are already pulling, already insisting, and when she finally gets what she wants her whole body arches like punctuation at the end of a very convincing argument.