She'd stiffened at once, expecting him to say something, or to kiss her, perhaps, but all he'd done was stroke the skin along her stomach, her hips, her legs, her arms, and chest. His hands stroked circles around her breasts, let his knuckles drag over her nipples, up and down, up and down, until they hardened and her breasts ached for more. She didn't know what to do but closed her eyes and hoped that if he wanted sex that he would get it over with. But he didn't.