Molly's words earned her a chuckle, breath tickling the warm, wet spot he'd created over her nipple, "All in good time, chere. Promise." There was no way he wasn't going to pound her into the tile by the time this was over.
Taking a breather, he lifted himself up just enough to slide his hand back down her front, over her stomach to the bottom edge of her shirt. He fingered it and grinned down at her, "Not ta begrudge ya your magic fingers, but you need to be takin' dis off now."
He reabsorbed the charge from his coat. The cold would be setting in quickly, but he needed both hands to help her out of her clothes and the duster could be warmed again soon enough. His arm pulled Molly up, forcing her into a sitting position so the covering could be shed as quickly as possible by his own eager fingers.