The squeeze made her blink and look up at him, eyes wide and pupils blown. It took her a second to process his words, but they made her giggle.

"Yes, a.. a little pill makes me want you," she said, deeply amused by the thought. "Not your eyes. Or your lips. Your body. Your cock." Her hands moved slow down his chest, feeling the lines of muscles under his shirt. "Not you, dear Derek, hard and soft, strong and kind."

She wrinkled her nose, dismissing the thought with a dramatic shake of her head. "Just pills."