He liked the way she felt, against him. Women were just so beautiful. As his other hand moved to brush against her ribcage, he was reminded of just how soft and small they really were. Wayne was by no means a huge man, but he was large enough to appreciate the proportion of his body next to hers.
Then, on another level, he thought about how it felt to kiss another being that was just as interested in the aesthetics of the world as he was. He really hadn't touched anyone else like her, or at least that he knew of. She was different, and he decided he must have been able to sense it from the very beginning, through their journal conversation.
This moment was a special one. He wasn't especially possessive, and never sought to keep anything as his own. But this fragment in time belonged to them. They were kindred spirits, in a way, and that was worth celebrating.
His eyes were half-closed as she pulled away. Wayne's response was just as direct as it was flattering.