He had to admit, she knew what she was doing and he appreciated that. If she'd been clumsy and fumbling he'd have been tempted to call it off, but if she knew to shift just like that, and kiss like that, then he had no complaints.

His hands slipped down to cup her ass firmly, rocking upward to push against her, his jeans suddeny feeling far too tight. Reaching between them, he began to work on his button and zipper, his tongue still busy as it battled to dominate hers. The hand that wasn't busy gave her buttocks a squeeze and started hiking the little skirt up furthur.

No point in romancing this.