His hips rolled towards her hand as she touched him, hands dropping down to her own waist when she started working on her trousers. The motions of his hands were a little less patient and a little more forceful too, and he yanked the fabric only partway down her thighs before running his fingers up to cup her ass.

It really wasn't as practical as a skirt, but Jim was nothing if not practical and inventive, so he looked at her, biting at her lower lip before he murmured. "Turn around."