[Those words more than anything so far send a rush firmly southward, and put a pleased smile on his lips for the second before he stoops down again, his mouth open and demanding against her jaw, her neck, her shoulder. His teeth flash out; they're sharp but not enough to hurt unless he means to, and it's just enthusiasm making him risk it at all.]
[His fingers fumble over the latch at her mid-back, logistics rather than nerves this time. A few grumbling tries and it's undone, and he whisks the garment off her and tosses it away before his mind can catch up to what he's doing. He pulls her flush against him and gasps, just that little change and he can feel her so much better, nothing blocking the heat of her body from his.]