His hands never left her waist as she kissed him. Instead he responded simply by letting her have her way with the kiss; he didn't feel the need to contradict her any more than he felt the need to control their progress.
When she released the kiss he smiled at her and only then did he move a hand, letting his fingers trail down over a designer-clad hip and along the outside of her thigh. "I was simply telling you what I love... I didn't mean to imply that you've lost control..." the word yet hung in the hair, dangling from the raspy edge of his voice.
Then he raised an eyebrow in a hint of challenge, "Am I really getting all the pleasure? Aren't you enjoying yourself even a little bit?" His tone was almost petulant, but the raised brow and the gleam in his eyes was pure mischief and daring.