It's a change from before, even, when her shirt was the first thing to go because it was easy to yank off and she's always liked the feel of his hands smoothing down the bare skin of her back before one of them shoved the other against the wall or the floor or, usually, the couch.

She smiles into the kiss, happy he has (seemingly) let it go, and after a moment steps back, spreading her hands to the side like go for it. It's a clear invitation, she's not going to fight him getting her pants off. She'd just said she wanted him inside her, getting rid of her pants is step one.

"That's gonna do the trick for you, getting me out of my knickers and you'll be ready to go?" Her eyebrows lift, teasing, there has to be more to it. "Go on then."