"Yes," Hyacinthe said, dragging her pants and underwear down. It would have been nice to ease them down, let them fall nicely on the floor, follow the path they took with kisses. That wasn't what was happening, though. He pulled them off as far as they'd go, then left her to kick them off with her feet as he divested her of her shirt. "So long as I may slide by hands beneath it whenever I wish." He peeled her bra down, hands pausing in the act to cup her breasts while he groaned. "Can you play cool, cherie? Can you act normal while my fingers are toying with your pearl where no one can see?"