Kissing him made the task of removing his clothing far more difficult, but nothing she couldn't handle -- after all, she was a genius. All it took was shifting her arms, and her kimono draped to the bed behind her. An uncaring hand swept it aside to the floor as she gazed up at him, then lowered her gaze and her hands, delicate fingers trailing down to grasp his hip, then lower as she brushed a finger over his groin. Her tongue wet her lips as she swallowed hard, then let her hand come back up to wrap around his shoulders and yank him down hard for another kiss. Dragging a leg up his side, she wrapped it around his hip and centered herself beneath him, only then pulling back from the kiss with a stuttering gasp at the pressure.