He feels the flinch and that's enough to cause him to go still, because that hadn't been the reaction he'd been looking for and his mouth is already opening when she gives him that look and he quickly snaps his mouth shut again. Instead he just watches her, his eyes dark and intent as she maneuvers him, letting her do what she wanted, more than happy to capitulate in this. His eyebrows wing upwards when she doesn't pull his hand away, but drags it upwards instead, coming to rest over soft curves and the smooth slide of fabric and lace.

His mouth goes dry and he holds her gaze, sitting all too still now, breath catching, the sound ragged in his own ears. He moves slowly, projecting his movements before he makes them, and doesn't move his hand away. Instead, as he leans in to kiss her again, slower now, he lets his thumb move, circling slowly against hidden sensitivity, touch both tentative and teasing.