"It is a skill I'd like to practice more often," he replied, tangling his fingers in her hair, "Seeing you as you are."

He caught her lips briefly, then moved his mouth down to kiss her throat, his tongue tasting the sweat of her skin and his mind memorizing every pore, and every reaction his kisses evoked from her.

The skirt, he decided, also needed to be rid of. While he kissed her neck, he lowered one hand to the band of her skirt. He did remember how to undo this, didn't he?