Dropping away from her chin, his hand landed atop her inside thigh just below the skirt's hem so that its heat radiated through the nylon, his fingertips caressing her flesh where her legs were pressed together. Her ankles unhooking on their own, a small gap appeared between her limbs. Taking advantage of this, his fingertips dipped down a little further.

I shouldn't be... This is wrong. Even as the thought formed, the flowing warmth caused her legs to slide a little further apart.

Slipping down into the wider gap, Jason's hand nudged her limbs open more so he could freely caress her entire inner thigh.

Ooh God, I-I shouldn't--. The...