"No, it's good," Krem assured, smiling up at her still, just taking the moment to admire her. He was having one of those rare, visceral moments, wishing her could have this moment with her like any other man would, but he knew it would pass. Those moments always did.

"It's good. I like it." He squeezed her thighs again, then shifted one of his hands around to the front of her thigh, just exploring under her skirt, feeling her out, watching her face as he touched her leg, her hip, just under the waistband of her petticoat. He avoided her panties almost entirely, except for touching her ass, now deliberately acting like a tease again.