It made sense to tuck her knees on either side of his hips when he sat up. She shrugged into the brush of his hand to let the straps slip down her arms, that seemed the most expedient way. It was all motivated purely by pragmatism.

Yup.

She dropped her hands from his shoulders to traverse the lines of his chest and torso, because that made it easier to take the bra all the way off and discard it. Layla didn't stop kissing him for one moment, and the tug of his hand in her hair all but guaranteed she wouldn't. Once the offending garment was out of the way she pressed herself flush against him, catching his mouth in one long, uninterrupted press.