The arm he slung around her waist assured that her body was pressed against his wherever they could manage it in their position, as his mouth busied itself with the task of reminding himself just how she tasted when the scent of him was still on her skin and the sheets were a tangled mess around them. It was her teeth that added a sharpness to the kiss but that hungry, claiming thing that it was smacked of every bit of possession he had in him. As suited taking a mate. Not some pitiful one-sided mess built of domination and jealousy or the desire to control, but of reminding them both that she was as much his as he was hers.
His hand still set flat just beneath her breast couldn't resist the urge to slide up to cage the softness of her bare flesh in his fingers. Even as she scraped her nails against his skin and made his spine arch with a faint rumble of a groan at the back of his throat. His fingers flexed at that, squeezing her breast in what was just a shade under satisfying, then kneading at her to feel the way the soft-firm flesh gave under his touch.
He resisted the urge to do something as unmanly as pout when she took herself off his lap, simultaneously taking away the warm weight of her across his thighs and those distracting breasts of hers he had just been getting reacquainted with.
"Anyone ever tell you you're bossy?" he asked, even as he grinned and unblushingly moved to do as she had demanded silkily. He was aware of the softness of the moment, of the softness in her eyes and the feeling of significance that pressed down on them in that moment. He was, however, equally aware of the naked curves of her body, the bee-stung look of her lips and the inevitable heated response of his own body at her being so close at hand. He laid himself back against the bed with an ease that spoke of a comfort in his own nudity that could not be faked, setting an elbow against the mattress to prop himself up as he scrubbed his free hand over his hair. "Gotta say, it's hot as hell."