The pirate was a really mixed bag when it came to his treatment of women. He liked to think he gave as much as he took, but even he knew that wasn’t the case. Certainly, he went through too many to truly be gentlemanly. A gentleman really stuck with one lady, come hell or high water. Or rather, sickness and health, richer and poorer, all that. He was quite clear to any lady he associated with that he was not going to marry her. Some were more accepting of this than others. Plenty seemed to think if they got close enough, he'd change his mind.
He wouldn't.
So, yes. He was using the girl. He could have gone after a girl that wouldn't get attached to him. One that didn't need any strings, one that wouldn't tie emotional attachment to him. He could tell that this girl would. A kiss meant something to her. It was rather heartless of him to take it from her when he quite blatantly refused to care about anyone other than himself. However, despite knowing how cruel it was, he did it anyway. The girl would realize sooner or later that it meant little more to him than the moment. But for now, she seemed to enjoy it as much as he did.
He was, however, like to disagree that he treated her the same as every other woman he'd ever met. That did her a discredit. He knew full well every woman was different, that was a part of what made kissing new ones so exciting. How they would react, what they would do, how they tasted. It was exhilarating in a way nothing else was, not even sailing. Women were his first love, though the sea had mostly overpowered them after Milah passed. That didn't mean he'd forgotten, though. It had been a long time since he had kissed a woman. He'd been stuck in the Enchanted Forest for an unfortunately long time. However, that wasn't likely to be obvious to the girl.
She was inexperienced and rather wary, but adventurous enough to try and move without direction. He appreciated that, because coaching a lass through the endeavor seemed to kill some of the fun. He could see her heartbeat thundering, and while he was tempted to place his hand there to feel it through his palm (he had an obsession with heartbeats ever since Milah, that was a psychological minefield he did not want to consider too carefully), but he had to guess the girl would bolt. She wasn't wearing terribly much and she might mistake it for groping.
He was surprisingly content with simply kissing, considering what a lecherous bastard he could be. It was slow and sweet, and quite enjoyable. Probably the most enjoyable thing he'd done since arriving, though there wasn't a lot to compare it to. He didn't push her, took only what she offered, and that was surprisingly enough. The girl was nervous, sometimes hesitant in her movements, but he found it rather charming.
Much better than a girl who simply sat there, making pleasant little sounds but otherwise not offering anything.
Hook especially enjoyed the feeling of her fingers in his hair, and made a pleased almost purr so the girl would know. He rather envied her use of both hands, honestly. There was only much he could do with one hand. He took the girls hand that was above his own, running his fingertips up to her wrist, which was a much more discreet way of enjoying the way her heartbeat thundered against his fingers. Pulling away, probably to the girls surprise, he pressed a kiss to her dainty wrist as well.
There was only so far this girl would go, he was aware. He couldn't let himself get too invested in this, or it would be ... well, uncomfortable. However, that did not stop him from moving in to kiss her at least once more. She might not give him the chance again.