A very tiny part of him nearly pulled back when she mentioned that she hated being touched, because he knew that, from everything she had told him. But Cecilia wasn't cringing, or pulling away from him, and she made it clear that she was enjoying what was happening. He smiled against her lips before pressing soft kisses down her jaw line to her throat. His hands seemed to move of their own accord, to her knees and then back up again, sliding under her dress to bare skin. Owen was pretty convinced by this point that Cecilia's body was flawless. "Do you want me to stop?" Owen asked against her neck, still wanting to ensure that he didn't cross some line.