[ooc: i have been thinking of this tag since i left at 3 to get the kiddo, good luck :P]
[He watches her curiously as she kisses his hand. A hint of a smile tugs at the left corner of his mouth. As she speaks, he feels a tug somewhere in his heart. She doesn't remember...but she knows him...and she's trusting that instinct over everything he knows has to be screaming at her to run the other direction.
He is going to say something, but he's cut short and her message is received loud and clear. Some part of him knows that he shouldn't do this, it's too close to taking advantage of her to be right.
The rest of him has decided to side with her last words and give into this desperate feeling like she is his oxygen.
He lets out a soft noise in the back of his throat, some strange cross between a moan and a growl and pulls away just long enough to tear his shirt over his head and help her out of hers before both hands find her hips and he pulls her against him again, somehow impossibly closer than before, as he crushes his lips against hers, deep and desperate. There's an obvious need for this, for her, like he's an addict and she is the best high that he never wants to come down from.]