Her eyebrow springs upward again. He's tossed out the bait, and now it's her job to raise the stakes. Mixed metaphors notwithstanding.

"Obviously, Castle. It was my plan all along," Beckett murmurs, stepping in until her sneakered feet bump into his leather-clad ones.

"To lure you up to my room under the pretense of generosity so I could have my racy - "

(her hands find the lapels of his jacket, curling around the expensive fabric and trailing down, knuckles brushing against his bare chest)

"- raunchy - "

(she bites her lower lip to draw his attention there, turns her head to finish the rest of the sentence in his right ear)

"- way with you."