"Why should we not? You want this," he murmured. She didn't get much of a chance to reply, though, before his lips were meeting hers again, hungrier still, if that were possible. He could not get enough of her, taste, touch, smell...he was an addict.
She wasn't pushing him back, and before Guy knew it, he was pushing himself up, Marian cradled in his arms, lips still locked on hers. He could be the strong one and force them to move. Her room was right there, and privacy would give them both more of a chance to enjoy things without having to worry about rushing through for fear of interlopers.