He doesn't understand what she means by that 'now' for a moment, but they're kissing, so he doesn't ask, and after a moment he notices what else she's doing - namely with her boots - and before he knows it, he's making a needy growl from her mouth on his neck, and he is certainly not about to complain, not even if she wasn't using his soft spots against him, or for them. It's an effort, because of her mouth, to move, but he does, picking her up and sitting her up on the horizontal support bar, and she can hold to the vertical ones for balance because he's moving, pulling her second, recalcitrant boot off, and then they're in synch enough, from wanting the same thing with the same intensity, that she hoists herself up off the bar with her hands on the vertical bars on either side of herself just long enough for him to pull her jeans and knickers off.

He's kissing her again in the next instant, his hands now busy on his own zipper, and there are two cooling bodies just a few feet from them as he pushes inside her, hands on her hips, watching her face.