He grins suddenly and scoops her up, putting both of them to bed. Then he spends forever, an eternity, not nearly long enough just kissing her. He's needed her, just like she's needed him. He skims flesh fingers down her body, cupping one hip in his palm. He wants her, he needs her and it's very evident, but he won't push. This is to be at her pace.

But he can't say that he's not ready for anything that she wants to do. Fast, slow, he just wants to be with her.