It was thrilling to feel her coming alive beneath his hands and mouth, and he hummed against her mouth at it. Despite her inexperience, he was pleased to note she had some instincts for this, and his hands settled on her hips, thumbs brushing against that wide expanse of skin visible between top and skirt.
He had a feeling that she might get too stuck in her head to go all the way, but Wes also fully intended to show her at least a small amount of the carnal fun she could have, even if he didn't receive anything in return.
Breaking the kiss, he took her hand and led her around the settee to the bed. "Come, Violet," he commanded, gentle yet firm. His hands worked her top open so it could fall to the floor, and his dark eyes drank her in. His head ducked, his mouth capturing one nipple lightly as his hand gently tugged the other. He didn't linger there long, though, dropping down to his knees and working her skirt off of her. "Let me bring you pleasure," he urged her, looking up at her from where he knelt before her.