If ever there was a moment Ginny was having to work hard to control herself, this was it. She wanted him, and wanted this whole moment to consume her. She knew, however, that it would be wise to not give him more than a mere taste tonight, because she wanted him to keep coming back for more.
She parted her lips and deepened the kiss, her fingers burying themselves into his hair. His soft, amazing hair that felt like silk under her fingertips. She had it bad, and she knew it. She finally broke the kiss, and began kissing down his cheek and his jaw before whispering in his ear, "So, when are you going to see me again?"