"This is bad," he whispered, as if his brain and mouth were realizing what he was doing was wrong and was trying to convince the rest of him. It wasn't working, clearly. He, too, inched forward, watching her with interest as her eyes moved to his lips. He curved them upward and let a hand slowly move up her side, resting above her hip and just below the start of her bra. He did nothing else, though. He was gauging her reaction, and he really liked the anticipation.