In due time, surely. She grinned at the sound of the groan, trailing her kisses to different parts of his face and neck, letting her lips drift close enough to his skin to let him guess where her lips would touch. Or try to guess, since once in a while she picked a less obvious spot. Of course in her eagerness to help him work her top off, it didn't occur to her she'd have to pull it over her head. Meaning she'd have to stop kissing him for a second.