Something about their moving, about where they were now, freed her to be less nervous and more adventurous. She wasn’t worried about him flinching away from her touch, or about going too far — they would catch each other. She giggled at the expression on his face as he regarded her hair, and pecked his nose before scooping up a handful of strands and pouring them over his face.
He shivered at the sheer oddness yet pleasurable sensation of her hair ghosting across his bare torso, and he let out a faint breathy little sigh upon contact. Closing his eyes and contorting his body to push up against her, he grabbed at her hips with one hand, the other tangling fingers in her hair as his mouth moved easily against hers.
Her eyes fell shut when he pulled her close, shivering at the way he gripped her and held her close and tight. Safe. Safe and wanted, and she poured that back into the kiss, fingers closing on his arms. Somehow she managed to sustain the kiss while she writhed until she could get a hand to the button of his jeans, fingertips curling on the waistband.