His hands immediately lifted to cup her elbows when she grabbed his arms. She looked like a scared kitten, and he had every urge to pull her closer, make sure she didn't flee.
The moment her lips were pressed against his, one arm slipped down and around her waist. She was tiny, all soft and pressed up against him. He lifted his hand to cup her jaw, slowly stroking his thumb over her cheek. Merlin, this was the difference.