When they were close like this, the curves of her body seemed to mold to the hard lines of his, a perfect fit. Ginny was suddenly struck by the urge to feel more of that, to feel skin against skin when their bodies pressed together, to feel herself pressed against his firm chest and to tangle her legs in his. The thought came just as his hand brushed over the newly-bared skin of her back and a tiny shiver went up Ginny's spine, paired with low moan against Harry's lips.
Ginny's free hand brushed down over Harry's chest until she reached the bottom of his shirt and slipped her hand underneath to graze her fingertips over his warm skin. Her lips broke from his just long enough to gasp for breath and to exhale in a breathy voice, "Harry..."