Somehow, the same way she'd inspired him to be bolder on Saturday, her hand tangling in his hair inspires him again. He shifts so he can bring his right hand up between her thighs, the tips of his index and middle fingers just dipping into the wetness at her entrance. He knows her head's tipped back, knows she's likely got her eyes closed, but he can't resist stealing a glance up the length of her body anyway.