If she'd stopped him, pushed him away or even tensed at his stretching out against her, he'd have pulled away - but that soft little moan, and the way she pulled him back to her and kissed him again, Viktor made a sound that was almost a groan into the kiss, and shifted her so that his leg slid between hers and he could fit together against her completely on the sofa, the kiss just as hungry as it had been at the door. But it was so much more, too, because she was soft beneath him and he could feel every inch of her under him, pressed to him. It was as dizzying as a dive during a game - and as exciting.