That didn't answer Harry's question at all, but he was too distracted by the kiss at all. He tried futilely to catch his breath in the moment between kisses when she removed his shirt, but then her hands were on his bare skin, and it proved a pointless attempt. She was so gorgeous to him right now, fiery red hair mussed from his hands and from her shirt going over her head, skin flushed, eyes dark.
He had a moment to wonder if she was having the same effect on him, and then her eyes met his; thoughts left his head immediately, and he leaned in to kiss her again, drawing her lower lip into his mouth. His hands moved down her back to the waistband of her shorts, and then back up to the clasp of her bra, fumbling with it for a moment before it came undone. His fingertips ran over her arms as he pulled it off, and his arms went around her waist, wanting to feel her bare skin against his chest.