Oliver trailed his fingers along the curve of her waist, slid them back up to touch lightly at the strap of her bra. He was of the opinion that they could solve the tension between them fairly easily by just giving in but he didn't know how Felicity felt about it. Sure, she was attracted to him but attraction didn't necessarily mean she wanted to fall into bed with him right now.

"We could be a little less dressed," he murmured. He kept his eyes locked on hers, wanting her to see just how much he wanted so she wouldn't have any doubt that this was exactly where he wanted to be right now.