He didn't comment at her words- that's he missed her as well- mostly because the sentiment seemed strange- they hadn't been far from one another; they still slept in the same bed, went to meals together, spent time with Marlowe... and yet, he did understand- rarely had they spent any sort of real time together, intimate or no (particularly intimate) which was what he was trying to rectify.
Letting his hands slowly spin around, his palms brushing the skin as he simultaneously slipped up, back to the near curve of her arse. Bending closer to her, lips moving to take hers again as his hands worked to remove the undergarments. When gravity took over, he smirked against her mouth, tongue pressing against her tongue, his rough hands moving to grasp her hips again.
"Up," he brushed against her lips huskily, his hands helping in the motion until she was secure; hands no longer supporting, one slipped down her thigh, rest precariously while the other made a motion toward her breast, careful to grasp it full in his curved hand.