That answer was perfectly clear.

Attentively, almost reverently, he slipped his fingers under the fabric, against her skin, and stripped the pants gently away. He kissed her legs as he bared them, all the way down to her ankles. Before working his way back up, his arms creating a cradle for her—his biceps bracing her thighs—and, with one more quick look at her face, settling himself into the valley between her legs and giving her a first light, careful, entirely different sort of kiss.