Harry couldn't really help the way the emotions from his day were affecting what he was doing right now, and he almost felt guilty about it. Almost. Except then she made that sound and pressed closer against him, and it was difficult to feel guilty about doing something that she liked. One of his hands still curled into her shirt, the fingertips of his other hand brushed over the skin of her back that his grip on her shirt had revealed. Her skin was so warm and soft, her mouth hot on his, her body warm and fitting so nicely against him, and all he really wanted right now was to hear her make that sound again.