Her shriek made him laugh again. This was something he wanted to get used to. Laughter run through with want and love, this is what he'd been unintentionally waiting for for a very long time. And that endearment... oh gods, he knew she meant it now, and he meant his. He wondered how much he'd been missing all these years, by repressing his desire, unconscious or not. "And I want you, my love," he told her, eyes both warm and serious.
His hips rolled against hers, rubbing them together and making him groan softly. He lifted up slightly, though, when she pulled off the top, freeing his hands. One cupped around the curve of one breast, admiring his darker skin against hers. His fingers trailed over her skin, circling her nipple almost idly. He'd always liked her breasts, which should probably have been a clue to him.
Lust surged through him, and he ducked his head, lips closing over one as he sucked. He flicked his tongue over the harder nub. He drew back only enough to nuzzle between her breasts, eyes darker than usual. "Kiss you all over, Rose m'girl," he murmured huskily. He nibbled tantalizingly along the bottom of her other breast. "Til I taste every single bit of you, then I can start over again." His smile was somehow hot, loving, and mischievous all at once.