He's noticed. He's noticed and he wants... The hand in her hair trails down, brushing along her neck, and flowing over the cloth of her robe. He's watching her, waiting for any sign that she's uncomfortable, or that she wants him to stop. He rubs the lapel of her robe between his fingers.

He leans in and kisses her again, liking the sounds she'd made earlier. The arm at the small of her back tightens just a bit, bringing her in closer.

this time, when he breaks the kiss, his breathing is decidedly ragged. His hand trails upward. Watching her, he touches her neck then follows the line of her robe, except this time, he's touching her skin, instead of the robe.

All she has to do is say stop, and he will back off.