"Maker," Krem breathed, a laugh chasing the soft expletive. He pressed himself toward her, shifting a little, rearranging their legs until one of her thighs was between his and he could rock against it as well as her hand.

"Well, now you're giving me all sorts of ideas," he said, kissing to her lips again and kissing her thoroughly for a moment; then across her cheek to gently nip her ear. "None of which seem polite to address on the first date."