It was odd to have so much of himself touching so much of her, but it felt too right and natural to add to Terry's nervousness.
He propped himself on one arm and let his free hand wander where it will along her arm, across her waist, over the swell of her hip and as far down her thigh as he could reach without moving from where he was pressed against her. His eyes were on hers, watching her reaction as he drew his touch back up her body. His finger tips skimmed along her inner thigh before brushing gently against her knickers. "It won't be the only time," he said thickly. "It's can't be."