Talk about a hint. She can't help but feel like some inexperienced schoolgirl next to him and his mile long list of women, but if he wants her to touch, she's more than happy to do just that. She lets her palm side over his chest, settling somewhere on his side against his ribs.

"Oh, don't you worry about that," she says, but relaxes, letting her head roll to the side so he can kiss away. "That's nice."

He probably doesn't need to be told with the way she's melting into him.