How did she get more of this? This was good, and it was a new sensation, which was good because it helped prevent her from overthinking — even if she was still more aware of her own mind than she thought a normal person would have been. Hanna spread her legs, trying to give him more access to that secret place. Her pulse raced. Her skirts did feel dreadfully in the way.

She was still worrying about the Right way to react, and embarrassed about the way she had just gasped into his mouth — Hanna started pulling at the buttons of Hudson's shirt, trying to increase the amount of skin she could touch. And then — her gaze caught on something she was sure she would have noticed pushing at his trousers if it was normally present. "— what's that?"