Bruce slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her more tightly against him. This close, he was surrounded with her scent in a way he had never allowed himself to be before. He took it in, drowning in it, remembering evening spent with her on the dance floor and late nights spent on rooftops when he allowed her close enough to touch.
She kissed him, pulling a soft hum of desire from deep inside him as he wound his fingers in her hair. He didn't want to stop, and knew that if they started, he wouldn't be able to. His mouth found the pulse in her neck and kissed her there, tasting her skin. "I intend to," he promised heavily, his voice deep.
Shifting the both of them to the bed took the space of a breath, and Bruce braced himself on one arm next to her, looking down as he touched her face gently. His kiss was very slow, very deep, as he explored her mouth, drinking in the taste of her. Dropping his hand to her waist, it slid up to the bare skin of her stomach, the rough pad of his thumb caressing it.
Pulling back to meet her eyes, Bruce needed a moment to breath before he could speak. "If you're going to stop me, do it now."