He kissed her back, deep and thorough, smiling into it as he slipped his hands gently against her and then pinned them against the bed. He slotted himself between her thighs, but her skirt was in the way of things. Gently transferring both her fine wrists into one of his hands, he reached down, rucking her skirt up--and all the while, he kept kissing her, hungry and deep and smiling.

When there was nothing between them but her silken panties and his own clothes, the bulge of his packer in his pants, he pressed back against her, rubbing against her again.