At some point Cathal's hands had found their way to Marcie's thighs, the skin gloriously bare beneath the dress and tempting his hands further, his body most definitely reacting to her presence in his lap.
When he moved his hands onto her arse he tried to not get do distracted by it all that he didn't note if she was uncomfortable. But, god damn, that curve of soft lace under his fingers was amazing and he couldn't stop kissing her.