Ray was expecting her to just give him a peck on the cheek or something equally as childish. He certainly wasn't expecting her to move around the table, practically crawling over to him. He leaned back, resting against the front of the couch, which allowed her to straddle him, her body sitting comfortably on his. His hands automatically went to her upper thighs, holding her in place.
Her own hands were cupping his face, and Ray closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying her presence. His hands went, unbidden, up her thigh, around her butt, and grasped her hips firmly. "Please," he whispered, his eyes open to look deeply into hers.