Considering that he had pulled her up into his lap after he had started making out with her during their last meeting, he was sure that he didn't exactly qualify as a gentleman.
He looked down at her with a slight frown when she said that she crossed the line. He wasn't sure if she had been paying attention when they had started making out the last time. He was quite certain that he had initiated that. Yes, she had reciprocated but she had also been the one to stop if. If she had let him keep going, he wasn't sure that he would have. He knew that he could say that to her, she might listen but she might not. Was she saying that it was okay for him to cross the line? She seemed so disappointed that he didn't.
Gently he shifted and began to sit up, turning around so that he could push her down onto the bed and lean over her. He looked down at her for a moment before he brushed his hand over her her cheek and leaned down to kiss her. It hurt to move like this but for the moment he could be persuaded to ignore it, especially if the compensation was the taste of her soft lips against his.