There was still a small part of her, somewhere deep in her subconscious screaming that it was a bad idea. She could hurt him. She could kill him in the right circumstances. But that voice was very steadily being drowned out but the feel of his hand on her skin.
And telling her so she didn't freeze up apparently didn't work so well, but this time the shot of lightning down her spine was a good flare of nerves.
She micro-nodded, huffing a breathy yes please (also not on purpose) before his soft lips pressed against hers again. This time, they actually worked- if with a tangible thread of fluttery nerves.