Her arms raised above her head helped him get her corset off. She couldn't resist a fond smile at him before her own fingers moved to find him again. Once he was above her it was easier to run her fingers over him, even as she pushed her torso upward and off the bed to assist with its removal.
She didn't know what he had in mind, but she did know that he'd brought her to his home, to his bed. It was a kind gesture, one that she thought demonstrated its own sort of trust, and she let her fingernails run over the skin of his stomach just above the waistband of his pants.