Can't have that. I know at least one way I can warm you up.

[he whispers as his hand trails down until he reaches the hem of her dress, bunching it up as he hurries his way back up, fingertips inching steadily up her leg all the way until he can splay his palm out on her inner thigh.]

I definitely think being hot was worse, but this isn't exactly the all expenses paid vacation I signed up for. I don't want you to shiver to death.

[it's not like either of them needs much convincing to escalate things, so robbie simply leans back in, mouth kissing her jaw, down the side of her neck, as his hand continues to travel upward.]

Babe, how do you feel about a little more skin on skin contact?