"Let's find out," he replies, doing just that as instructed, while allowing one of his hands to slide up to the waistband of her kilt, working at loosening the tuck and fold that holds it to her body.

They aren't anywhere near that point yet, but he has a suspicion that the further down her skin he sinks, the less control he may have of his impulses and fine motor skills.

But he is in no hurry, with the sounds she makes as he sucks at her breast, teasing her nipple gently with his teeth.