Dear God could he even remember the last woman he'd actually kissed? Their eyes had examined each other thoroughly before their lips had met, though he didn't let go of her hand. In fact, his grip on it only grew tighter, his fingers entwining with hers as he pressed against her. He'd gotten this far and he hadn't thought further than that because he was sure she'd have shrugged him off. But he found himself deepening the kiss, his hand sliding from the center of her back lightly until the tips of his fingers disappeared just under the edge of the bottom of the dress.