Harold grinned sheepishly, "So was I." As she kissed his neck, Harold returned the motion, leaning forwards to nibble at the smooth curve of her shoulder exposed by her shirt. He wished she were naked, though he wasn't sure they were quite there yet.
Instead, he let his fingers slip down her stomach to her waistband and he hesitated for a moment, giving her plenty of time to stop him if she was suddenly reconsidering. He rocked himself gently against her fingers as he moved his hand into her underwear and, for the first time, caressed her gently.