Her hand on his shirt confused him. He certainly wasn't opposed to doing more. Jacob deepened the kiss, enjoying the sound of her whimpers. He pulled her into his lap, his other hand running down to her waist. Then he stopped himself. This... couldn't be what she wanted. At all. Jake pulled back reluctantly. "Sorry. I got carried away," he admitted through a sheepish smile. Before imprinting on Alice, he'd thought kissing a vampire, for a non-vampire, had to be cold, hard, and just plain uncomfortable. Was he ever wrong.