"No?" The lower lip pouted out at the refusal, though he could tell from her actions that he wasn't exactly being refused.
The touch of her hand to his neck, though, made him let out a breath--mostly of relief. His eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into the almost gentle kiss, sighing and moving his lips with hers, and then groaning quietly as lips finally parted.
This wasn't the drunken haste of the last time, but a slower, more simmering, aching kiss. His hands threading into her longer hair, enjoying the feeling of the silken strands. He tilted his head more, brushing his tongue across her lower lip.