Okay, he couldn't fool himself--all the signals were there. There was that taut, warm, close feeling of heady anticipation, the louder beating of his heart, the rush of 'omg I'm going to kiss her.' It was a feeling that hadn't actually happened to him in quite a long time.
His eyes dropped to her lips and his breath hitched just slightly as she licked them. One large hand reached up, cupped the curve of her jaw, and his eyes flickered up to hers once more before going back down and finally closed nearly completely as he leaned down, closing the distance.
He hesitated just slightly when their breath mingled, nerves and a second of doubt that she wanted this, but he--or was it she?--closed the small space so that their lips touched, softly, almost gently.
Brief, almost chaste, it nonetheless shot through him with a spark, and his lips brushed across hers again, still gentle but a little more firmly this time.