She laughs as he picks her up, letting him settle them on the bed. "I'm starting to think you just like sweeping me off my feet." She teases him, gently laying her palm against the side of his face. Then his lips are on hers and that's all that matters. She melts into the kiss, running her other hand up his flesh arm and around his broad shoulders. Her body responds to his touch, arching to press as much of herself against him as she can. She wants him, badly.