Malachi felt encouraged when she kissed him and ran her hand down his chest. He was waiting for her to stop him or give him some sign she wasn't ready. He was more than ready to continue, to push aside any nervousness since this wasn't the same thing. She wasn't asking him to stop or slow down like she had that night. He kissed her again, running his hands down her body.
As he moved over her, he broke the kiss, sliding his mouth down her neck and over her chest. Glancing down at her, he smiled, trying to disarm his expression not to show anything amiss. His hands stilled on her hips, resting there as he slid his body closer.