"Hermione - " He answered, and there was a hoarse sort of desire in his voice that he didn't try to hide because he didn't try to hide anything from her. Didn't want to. "I did not mean for this to...:" He started, but she shifted against him and he knew what she was doing - could read on her face that she wanted the same way he did.
And it took all his strength to remember that she didn't really know what she was wanting, did she? She'd never... At least he thought she'd never.
He pulled away enough that he could support some of his own weight, one of his hands starting at her throat and then tracing down, over her collarbone, down her, across her hip. He followed it with his own eyes, watching her and seeing when she trembled. "Hermione...' He said again, softly, and then his mouth found her jaw, then her throat.