Lips still upturned in an open-mouthed smirk as he kisses her throat, Sean smooths a hand down to her thigh and hitches her leg up higher against him, holding it there. Maybe it's only skin, nothing all that special, but there's something about the taste of her, the feel of her, bare against him like this, that always gets under his. "Ye drive me mad," he breathes against her neck, slowly easing her back. "Ye know that, don't ye? Course ye do."