"By all means," Cameron murmurs, tracing his way down her shoulder to her collarbone. If that's what she wants, he certainly has no objection, even if he's itching to start on her corset, too. There's only so long even he can hold out, the wait sweet torture as it is. Even sitting slanted toward her seems like too much waste space between them, and after a moment, he slides his hands back beneath her, tugging her onto his lap. Kissing her on the lips, he runs his hands up her waist again, one just barely inching higher. "But then I want to get this off of you."