Killian left Lexie's skirt in place, covering her thighs to the knees, but slipped his hands back up and lightly stroked her full labia. She trembled beneath his touch, trying to squeeze her thighs against his hands and draw them in tighter, urge him to touch her everywhere. But Killian was on a mission, and he wouldn't be deterred. He stroked her lips with his thumbs, brushed his knuckles against her thighs, and squeezed her soft mound with his fingers. When she was squirming beneath him, he rose, helped her to a sitting position, and unzipped the back of her dress, lowering it to her waist.
"I don't know why you even wear this." He stroked his thumbs over the satin of her flimsy bra. "I'd like you much better without it."
"But I don't think you'd like the people of Savannah getting an unrestrained view of my goodies bouncing when I walked, would you?"