He was worried she was going to back out, but the fear seemed unfounded, and he decided to just stop worrying and do what he knew to do only too well.
Still kissing her, he rolled her on top of him, helping her out of the bathrobe and tossing it on the floor before he rolled back, smiling at her as he brushed some hair from her face. He kissed her again, but only briefly, before letting his lips trail a path down her jaw to her neck and shoulders.
'I want you to,' he whispered to her skin. 'So much.'