Okay, then. Might as well let him work, she decides, and dips her head back again to rest against him. Her nipples are hard under his touch, and he skims a finger lightly over the pebbled areola. She shivers a little, imaging that same light touch between her legs, and that provokes a slightly uncomfortable feeling she has difficulty identifying. His other hand slips back below her skirt and he avoids the bundle of nerves at her centre, stroke along the folds again, instead.