The smile returned to her lips, when he told her not to fret. There was no need for lurid details. Or her to draw connections to the women that would have done that sort of thing naturally. For a few coins. She wasn't a fallen woman. She had just known a few. Gotten treatment for a few.
But when he started lifting his shirt that smile grew somewhat cheeky. "Edward Rochester, your eye is doing it again." She teased, husky tone somewhat skewing the intention. She meant reading her mind, but the tone of voice it could mean anything blue. But he was trusting her with seeing him completely bare. And it took all of her willpower not to toss it all, and climb on. Because beyond all the kisses, beyond all the delicate touches, and his tortured sounds of pleasure, that was more arousing than it all.
Marian felt her mouth go dry, with his words though. And all that flesh. Her breathing kicked up a notch. Task at hand. She had to remind herself of the task at hand. She closed her eyes for a moment, but her fingers continued to pop the second button before she opened them again. He was hers. The third came quickly after the second. And she grasped the fabric of his shorts. "Up." She commanded. It was either up or she would do her damndest to rip him free.