She took the permission she'd been given, and made a soft sound against his mouth when she realized he tasted even better than he smelled. And that was saying something, in Diana's esteemed opinion. The hand that had been at his jaw, toying with his beard, moved instead to the back of his head, and even as his hand at her waist tugged lightly, she used that hand to keep his head where it was.
She didn't pull back until she couldn't breathe anymore, and she leaned her forehead against his, breathless.