It hadn't escaped Delaney that Maeve was cautious and timid, and she was doing her best to calm down and not go too fast, but the little noises Maeve was making were wreaking havoc on her higher brain function. She exercised all the self control she possessed, sticking to kissing and one hand gently caressing a breast, but controlling her mouth was just out of her reach.
"Merlin I want to touch you," she groaned, completely lost in sensation, slipping her hand underneath Maeve's blouse and caressing the soft skin of her stomach.