He wanted to tell her that he was the one who needed the reassurance as well, that he was the one worried about not making it perfect for her. He wanted to tell her that they needed to wait, for his own sake as much as hers. Still, Emerson DeWitt was many things, but he'd never been one to hop into bed for casual sex. Even if he hadn't loved the girl or the few guys he'd been with, he'd felt a connection with them and a draw beyond the superficial attraction. That was what stimulated him the most, corny as it sounded every, damn time it played over in his head. And Jenna was new to this, new to him.
But he wanted her. He'd felt that draw from the first day onward. He couldn't call it love because it was too soon, and he was still too afraid of that word. It was different than Piper's allure had been entirely, but it was unmistakable that there wasn't just something about her. There were numerous things, infinite things he was sure. Her smile, her laugh, her voice... God, she could sing, and it was such a turn-on right then to him.
So, when Jenna told him that she was sure, there wasn't a second of hesitation as he pulled her back in for a deeper kiss, his hands drawing her even closer as he gently guided her so that she was situated facing him as the began to glide lightly down her sides, feeling the curves of her body and drinking them in like he was starved for them.