Kevin is taking that as a loud and clear invitation. This time, his kiss is a little rougher, a little harsher. His tongue demands entrance. But his fingers are still slow, care, steady.

He pushes open the robe a bit further and cups one breast in his hand. The thumb brushes over her nipple, trying to draw another moan from her. This is not where he expected it to go, but he's not going to complain. Slowly, he takes his hand from the small of her back, and brings it between them.

He pushes her robe off her shoulders, leaving nothing to the imagination.